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octuscle · 8 hours
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the guy with the cap is amaaaaaaaaaaazing! is it possible to transform into him???? I am a broker and I need a hot body to spend some holidays with parties, surfing, chicks and no brain! I give you some nice advice to make money in exchange for an unbelievable adventure
It's basically all a question of money. And since you are using the premium version of Chronivac: Enjoy your vacation!
In the elevator down, your gaze falls into the mirror. Yes, you've gotten a bit plump around the hips… But your expensive suits actually conceal that quite well… At least you radiate power and authority.
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Dexter, who's driving you today, asks if you've been doing more sport lately. You look much fresher and fitter than usual when he takes you to the airport. You reply that you haven't actually changed anything. But you are now looking forward to a long weekend in the sun. Dexter thinks he's jealous. And asks if you have any special plans. Plans? Not really. Sun, beach, a good book, that's actually all you want from the weekend.
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Fuck, something didn't work with your Netjet card. You have to fly a line. Wait a minute! Netjet? Surely a destination of yours… But a destination a long way off. When you drop off your suitcase, you flirt with the ground staff. The upgrade works as usual, of course. It's not a disadvantage to be an All-American jock. The lady asks if you really only want to check in this one sports bag. Yes, hopefully you won't need more than a few shorts and tank tops. And lots of condoms. Hehehe!
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Should you have had your hair cut again? When it's warm, long hair can sometimes be a nuisance. But the way the stewards flirt with you, you seem to have done everything right. You thankfully decline the offer of a champagne. Beer will be drunk this weekend. Lots of beer. And you start now. Party!
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Aruba, Oranjestad. At last There's more Testostereon at the baggage carousel than at your gym during rush hour. Shit, you don't even know where to look first. Well… Actually, you just have to wait and see. Most guys are already actively trying to make eye contact with you. You'd be more relaxed if your sports bag was already here. Who knows if there are enough condoms here on the island? Aruba is an island? You don't know. You'll have to pray in case of the condoms. Your bag is still in Boston. Thank you very much!
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Shit, you got a few condoms. The tank top is in the hotel room, after all, it's the only piece of clothing you have for the next few days apart from your shorts. Who cares? The question of where to get the next beer is much more important. And whose belly button you can drink it from. Damn, you are so incredibly horny!
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You wanted to give me some investment tips! You recommend Anheuser-Busch InBev? Very funny, bruh!
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cherrysthemistress · 5 months
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What are you thinking about? 💭
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tis-i-german-potato · 3 months
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I need everyone to know that the german word for mullet (the hairstyle) isn't a word at all.
It's the equivalent of calling the mullet "Froshbalo" in english.
Why? Because Vokuhila (the German 'word') is simply "Vorne kurz hinten lang" (Front short back long)
I need everyone to know that.
And I will now start calling a mullet a Froshbalo because honestly that word is banging.
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h0tdyke · 2 years
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mullets and make out - lesbian romance
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one-time-i-dreamt · 6 months
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If Nick passes through to the second round of the USA Mullet Championship, I think we should all collectively vote for him because
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sillyrabbit81 · 2 months
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Argylle (2024) | Dir: Matthew Vaughn
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aejiee · 2 months
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omg for marauders reqs!!
could you do remus w a mullet 🫶 it’s my new fav hc of his looks
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I am on the pretty boy lupin agenda 🙏
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journen · 1 year
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Cant wait for his Tales of the Jedi ep!! This design >> 😳
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cherryshairy · 5 months
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you can use my thighs if you need somewhere to rest your sleepy head!
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theactioneer · 4 months
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Hard Target (John Woo, 1993)
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ooboowoonkoonooboo · 2 years
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dblohginger · 8 months
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Do you like my hair? Wait before you answer, Mull-et over
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cherrysthemistress · 5 months
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would you explore this forest with me?
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octuscle · 2 months
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Now open under new management (remake)
Edward Parker III rolled down the car window a crack. Peter, his driver, had switched off the air conditioning to save fuel. The fuel gauge was practically at 0.00. Here, in the middle of nowhere, they had no mobile network. The last Google message said that a petrol station would appear at some point. And Peter claimed that it should open in five minutes. Open from 10:40 am. Strange opening times. Edward's stomach grumbled. Something had gone wrong at breakfast. The car desperately needed a gas pump. And he needed a toilet just as badly. Then, like an oasis in the desert, a building appeared in the middle of endless cornfields and pastures full of stupidly staring cattle. It was 10:39:50 a.m. when Peter steered the car into the dusty gas station with the last drop of gas. At 10:40 sharp, Edward yanked open the car door and jumped out. And the moment his spotless Oxfords touched the ground, the neon sign flashed. Open!
Edward ran towards the little store where the neon sign was shining. He was far too intent on not wetting his pants to notice the leather soles of his shoes turning into a firm rubber tread. When he pushed the door handle down, he got something like an electric shock. He didn't care. The store was empty. His palm became calloused. His fingernails were black. There was a door at the back labeled "Private". Hopefully there was a toilet there. Thank God the door was open. And thank God there was a toilet. In the middle of a room full of tools, car tires and packages. It stank miserably. But Edward didn't care at all. He had already undone his belt while running, unzipped his trousers, pulled them down and dropped onto the dirty toilet seat at the last moment. And he had to shit like never before in his life. The stench was overwhelming. But the relief was immense. Edward finally relaxed again. But only for a second. Then his eyes fell on the dirty biker boots. They contained a pair of completely filthy jeans, pulled down as far as they would go. And what was even more irritating: his right hand was the hand of a construction worker, the sleeve of his shirt had disappeared. And the fabric of the right sleeve of his jacket was also coming undone. And on his chest and back, the color changed from a navy blue to a washed-out red. What the hell was going on here?
Even greater than the panic was the disgust at the stench. His left hand, still freshly manicured, reached for the toilet flush. And again he was hit by an electric shock. Panicked, he watched as his fingernails became dirty and his hand calloused. Edward's gaze fell between his legs. That wasn't his circumcised, shaved penis. That was a cheesy, hairy cock. Much bigger than it normally was. Edward had to get out of here! He hastily wiped his ass. A tight, hairy ass, sitting there on a familiar toilet seat. A man needs a good place to shit. Hehehe, this was a good place to shit. Stumbling, Edward stood up, his head spinning. He looked in the mirror. That was still his head. But the rest of him? His stiff white collar and tie knot vanished into thin air, revealing a well-toned chest. The last remnants of the finest navy blue wool on his upper left arm disappeared, and the transformation of his jacket into a washed-out and worn-out tank top was complete. I look like a fucking hillbilly, were his last thoughts before he grew a scruffy three-day fuzzy beard. His $100 haircut became a home-cut mullet. Damn, the greasy hair hadn't been washed in a while.
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Loud honking from outside. "Damn, I've taken a shit! Can't you wait?" Edward shouted. He wiped his hands on the dirty cloth stuck in his pants. Washing hands was for sissies in the city. He entered the yard of his gas station.
Hehehe, he knew the dirty truck that was parked there at the gas pump. "Pete's services of all kinds" was written on the door. And Pete Jr. was hanging in the cab with a visible bulge. "Eddy, don't you always promise the best service at your gas station?" said Pete with a grin. Ed spat out the chewing tobacco and licked his lips. "Go ahead, gas station attendant. The belt buckle won't undo itself!"
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Full service and guaranteed customer satisfaction. That's what Ed's gas station was famous for.
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deathianartworks · 4 months
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Big Boy™
Hello York 😳 have another Magma doodle!!
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one-time-i-dreamt · 2 years
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NOT A DREAM
Did y'all know that the USA mullet championship was a thing?
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