I feel like this deserves its own thread. I'm not saying Maynard is easy, but they will have to bury him in a Y shaped coffin. Sent from my SPH-L710 using Tapatalk 2
I am not saying Maynard is easy but when I look up "things to do" in his town, it lists his address....
I am not saying Maynard is easy but.....getting him to bend over is like bullseyeing womp rats in my T-16 back home, they're not much bigger than two meters.
I'm not saying Maynard is easy, but when I tried to change my password to Maynard, I got an error message that said "sorry, that's too easy." Sent from my SPH-L710 using Tapatalk 2
Like organs have been rearranged because you're easy breaking inside? Sent from my SPH-L710 using Tapatalk 2
I am not saying Maynard is easy....but the 2007 Miami Dolphins circled Maynard on their schedule for a "W"...
ummmmmmmm HAHAHHAAHAHAHHAHAH!!!!! I'm not saying Maynard is easy, but one night he used an at home STD self-test and when he pulled it out of the box it was already reading positive.....
I'm not saying maynard is easy but he has slid down more poles than a fireman. Sent from my SPH-L710 using Tapatalk 2
I am not saying Maynard is easy, but he's had more dirty loads put inside him than a washing machine...
I'm not saying Maynard is easy, but he got smashed by Cash in Fist.... while he was sober. Sent from my SPH-L710 using Tapatalk 2
I'm just naturally friendly and a little ditzy. And I don't want to be rude. A couple of years ago a kindly trucker give me a lift to the next town. He asked if I ever drove a big rig before. Of course I didn't. He said I had to sit on his lap to steer. Who am I to argue with a licensed professional about safety? He also came up with a seating method make sure I was firmly in place. My pants were dirty anyway. Yeah the ride was bumpy, but I rode Big Rig. Mr. Rig still texts me on occasion. His first name is actually Francis. He's a silly cat Had enough?
I was laying in my bottom bunk. Wide awake. How could I sleep with the whole frame shaking. Not violently, but a steady rhythm. "Jerry," I whispered. "What are you doing up there?" "Nothing," he said. Like I was an idiot and asking some bizarre question. I knew what he was doing. He was doing it every night since we became bunkmates at Cedar Lake Camp. He was so brazen. I wish I could be like that. The shaking finally stopped, but then I found myself instantly bored. I checked the time on my glow-in-the-dark Scooby Doo wristwatch. Some of the other kids made fun of me for wearing it. Whatever. It was a gift from Uncle Jeremiah. He taught me so much and I didn't care what those fools thought. 10:45. "Hey," Jerry whispered, "you wanna sneak out?" "To where?" I asked. "Anywhere," he said. "What if we get caught?" I asked. He told me not to worry about; that Camp Leader Jim wouldn't care. He was right. Leader Jim would always get Jerry out of trouble. Jerry even started calling him Captain Jim and Jim called Jerry "little sailor." At first I thought Jim had a boat or something. I later learned that there are certain duties a little sailor has to........ -Excerpt from 50 Shades of Maynard p. 9,435 We good?
I'm not saying Maynard is easy...but he promised to have sex with Aquafin only if he used proper punctuation....but had sex with him anyway.
I'm not saying Maynard is easy, but even his hand calls him a ****. Sent from my SPH-L710 using Tapatalk 2