Tuesday, May 12, 2009

A Rose That Grew From Concrete

As the result of an unpaid gambling debt, it is in my best interest to contribute to the cesspool that is Jeanshortsandbaggedmilk. As I'm sure you can imagine, Trusty Rusty is quite satisfied with the usability of his unmentionables. In lamen terms: I enjoy having a functional penis.

Effectively immediately, I will be toiling behind a computer monitor trying to peddle smut to the populous to ensure my not so little fella continues to see the light of day.

If I may, I would like to be serious for a moment. I think this endevor will lead to nothing short of a sexy time. Bottoms up! Tops off!


I feel such a triumph can only be summed up with a poem:

Did you hear about the rose that grew from a crack in the concrete?
Proving nature's law is wrong it learned to walk with out having feet.
Funny it seems, but by keeping it's dreams, it learned to breathe fresh air.
Long live the rose that grew from concrete when no one else ever cared.
T. Shakur

Today was a good day. HOVA!

Hate Box Reaction: Does this mean the end of the Admiral??????? But we LOVE you Rusty!

Rusty Says: Don't worry kittens, I'll be around - and this site will too.

1 comment:

  1. To the Rusty Rustlers, we're not robbing any of you from Sir Admiral Rusty Shackleford. Just borrowing him, for his naughty nonsense.