The fools at QUEERCLICK challenged us to post photos of ourselves incorporating their logos. I wondered how an elderly "stocky" bald polar bear could compete photographically with all of the other barely post-pubescent bloggers, hot young studs with abs and tight behinds, not yet ravaged by gravity and decades of self-indulgence. The answer hit me like an Islamic suicide bomber: scare the crap out of all of you.
Remember, I know where you live, each and every one of you. This knowledge magically comes with the white beard and the pot belly. (Just ask Santa.) And like Santa, I'm a stalker. And note to the fools of QUEERCLICK: Be careful what you ask for, you just might get it
And I figured who gives a crap about dignity at my age when there's a cornucopia of free porn to be won.
I wish I had the time to do this, daily, i understand where you are coming from about the hard work shit.
You picked out the best pictures at least you know your best angles. x
I love bears and was extremely disappointed by this.
LOL. I love the last one.
Hilarious, Richard. Hilarious.