'Sup Fatties?

Let me apologize for my recent absence. A month long sex triathlon (Ultraman my chiseled white ass... I can show you fat fuckers a thing or two about endurance) left me tied to a bed with a couple of insatiable southern belles trying to test the limits of my manhood.

But I have returned triumphantly with new uniform slacks from Express that even makes all the lesbian pilots I fly with leave snail trails over the custom tailored fabric covering my ripped quads. I can convert women in both directions apparently.