This is Marshall. Marshall does not have big hands and he certainly doesn’t shop at Aldi. What Marshall does is anyone’s guess, but let me say, don’t run into him when he’s in a bad mood; He’ll pull ya fuckin tongue out ya fuckin mouth and stab that shit with a rusty screwdriver.
The story of Invalides is a funny one, I’m still not sure of the specifics, but some disturbance occurred at this maintenance loop, and half of the mandem thought to split. Do bear in mind these are split-second decisions as you don’t want a French doggy (froggy?) biting your cock with some sukka RATP guardem holdin a tazer-gat to your dome (real shit fool don’t mess with those cunts). After scrambling out of our raccord air-vent (unbolted by qx and ’sankter) a dog handler inquires what we are up to. I fucking love Europe man, pulling out the tourist card to a piggy never fails.
Photo: Marshall – Invalides, Paris, France
Here is where Marshall will merk your fucking eyeballs on his website.
