Kinky isn't really what comes to mind when I think of stacking blocks, but then again, the object of Jenga is sticking the right piece in the right hole, and then pulling it out with (hopefully) no consequences. Sound familiar?
I'm pretty sure this isn't a reference to a rooster.
Eyeballs? Concentric circles? Mammaries? You be the judge.
The hazards of hooking up with a gargoyle.
I've never had one of these . . . Dear readers, if you have experienced a Thai Ladyboy Surprise, please share your story.
A sampling of sentiments.
Babs and I have mad Jenga skills. 'Nuff said.
The end.
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Uh, why do my fingers look like I'm an extra-terrestrial? Sick.
What are you talking about? You're on crack!
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