Hey dad how bigs your beergut and how many do you drink a day
My gut is 56 inches and I drink 18 +, usually PBR I also love whiskey
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@fatdrunkdad
Hey dad how bigs your beergut and how many do you drink a day
My gut is 56 inches and I drink 18 +, usually PBR I also love whiskey
I fuckin love having a beer gut
I feel like all Iāve been doing for the past two weeks and itās starting to really show ⦠I mean all I do now is smoke, play video games, and consume day in and out š« š¤
So, you want to be a fat smoker like me?
Belly built by beer
Fill your lungs. Fill your belly. Enjoy the fuck out of life.
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My bellybutton is starting to poke out a bit
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Final stop of the day was creative where Sean hang out, to say this man has a hunger for Goldtoe sock does not do justice to the incredible way he served me that afternoon. I'll be back!
The transformation to a young, handsome football player to a sleazy middle-aged slob was ensured as soon as he took a sip from that beer can. As his body became flabbier and hairier, he couldnāt help but start to feel hot and sweaty, taking off his uniform shirt to expose his doughy midsection covered in a thick, black pelt. As his mind became hazier, even removing his pants didnāt seem too weird to him, and shamelessly leaving himself only in his dirtier underwear. His clean-shaven face grew a nasty moustache and facial hair as the rest of his hair grew even greasier. A pungent, musky B.O. wafted from him, especially his hairy pits, further stinking up the locker room as he casually belched and farted. By now his mind was just totally gone, now seeing himself as always having been a slovenly burnout jock turned coach, and was content to sit back, drink booze, and stink as he watched the rest of the players compete.
Sexy ex jock.
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