A cheer went up in the bar and so began the grassroots movement to effect change on the Greatest Goddamned Country on Earth!Benny, the tavern owner, r...cognized an opportunity when he saw one. As self appointed campaign manager, he took it upon himself to have a few dozen t-shirts printed up. At ten bucks a pop, he figured to triple his money and drum up some much need business for the bar. Dick Head for Prez, the shirts read."These Bozos are gonna eat this shit up," he said to himself.And they. ” “Everyone has their own trick. Some keep a full pack unopened because just knowing that they're available, keeps them from smoking. Which I find odd, but it works for two friends of mine. Some people completely denounce it, and become those 'worse than non-smokers, reformed smokers.” he said with a laugh. “Some people become fitness freaks-which was me for about three years-and exchange one habit for another. My method might be unorthodox, but it works.” “Well, far be it for me to sway you. 5 inches thick man, lots of Dick for you Dad.Jeff from under Dad said "Holy shit man 7.5 thick a hman hell mine isonly like 5 thick"Dad groaning as I fucked it in him said "Oh Jeff wait till he fucks it inyou man it's a real ass spreader he has there"Jeff said I can't help it man I am going to cum , oh god Oh God here itcums"Dad let it go Jeff cause here I cum in your ass man, get ready to getfilled up"Hearing all this put me over. Wordlessly I was letting go of one then twothen three then Oh. “She helps the swelling?” Laura was confused, “where was the swelling Thomas?” she asked. Tom looked at Jerry. “Tell her,” said Jerry. THWACK! The ruler hit the table on its flat edge. Tom jumped at the sudden noise. “Quiet…” shouted Laura towards Jerry. “Where was the swelling Thomas?” Laura asked once again. “It‘s mainly in my willy…” confessed Tom. “Mainly?” questioned Laura. “Well…always…” replied Tom. “Get up and take your trousers down Thomas. I want to see this swelling!” commanded.