disturbed

no....not the cheesey metal band

(these are probably not work safe, but then again....)
sex with dolphins?
this is messed up
videos of neurological disorders
and some toys

ok, here are some games
typing game
sort of super break out-ish
i keep dying

oh and check out this house

Comments

L said…
I want the shark toy AND the house
9:03 PM
Webmiztris said…
thanks for posting this...it reminded me to hide my fetuses better.
9:51 PM
Mr Anigans said…
L- that there's a narrow house. it makes me claustrophobic (is that spelled right?) and the shark toy does rock. i like the last rabbit one too.

Dawn- I'm here to help. ya know, this collection of fetuses may be one of the reason the freaks are attracted to you.
10:28 PM
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