HBD markD, Rsmacker

[RacerX]

Dudes!

[QuantumRider]

Happy birthday to you two!

As I am a SSMB, I drool over your singer every time you post up gig pics markD!

I'm sure that Rsmacker has even more devious plans for her than I can imagine though

[Alvin_Wilson]

Enjoy your day, dudes!

[levantin]

Happy birthday dear sir and you 'orrible wotsit.

[Larz]

Yo yo yo....happy birthday guys.

[markD]

thanks guys!!

[Jayster]

Happy B Day Y'all, enjoy it !!!!!

[toejam]

Happy birthday, guys!

[Hellbat]

Have a good one boys!

[Rsmacker]

Oh yeah baby. I'm sitting here in my cravat and smoking jacket, hair slicked back, waiting for my birthday treat.

"Hi, this is Sky Technical help..." he breathed huskily, when I phoned his special number. "Are you having problems with your...package?"
"Um yes, I can't seem to get this thing in the slot" I stammered nervously.
"Hmmmmm, don't worry sir, I'll come round and help you ram, erm, slide it in...personally"
"Really? That's good service"
"Of course it is, only the best for you, Big Daddy Luv-Cum. See you shortly..." he panted, hanging up with a little whimper.

I just know he'll be wearing his best death metal black latex jumpsuit, the one he knows drives me insane. Clinging to every part of him, it makes him look like a sexy stick of angry extreme metal liquorice, (with a massive head plonked on top). His little stiff pellet strains at the material, which outlines his knackers like two little raisins. I know they'll be fit to burst, on a hair-trigger which will go off at the slightest touch, leaving him sobbing as his Paddington Bear boxer shorts get another pasting of his white wee-wee.

Oh yeeeeeah, I'm ready. I'M READY! Give it to me, my very own Death Metal Call-Centre Monkey Bitch!!!

Of course, he won't give it to me, he'll make me wait. He'll climb on top of his old Rumbelows rental telly, circa 1983, and bend right over the back. Moaning and gasping, he'll reach between his legs and slowly undo the latex suit's crotch zip (and this time we hopefully won't have another episode where he catches his beanbag in the zip and has to call his Mummy up to release him). The sight of his nutsac wattle dropping out of the suit, along with the pouting Goatse view inflames my ardour, and I want to rush over and frot him there and then, but I'll teeter on the brink as long as I can.

"How about this then?" He simpers "This is your very own personal set-top box. Your very own set-top dirtbox. Now, come and do me in HD, you saucy gay troll."

And that'll be it...Birthday BumSex Armageddon

I can't wait till he finishes work.

[Snoogans]

You're a bad man. But happy birthday anyway!

And to Marky D too!

[atomic charvel guy]

Happy birthday gentlemen!! I use that term very loosely i might add.
Should be a good day i hope it delivers on the great-o-meter!!

[horns666]

Oh jeezz. Happy birfday dudes.

'Smacker, I normally tell people to shoot it twice on their B-day..but you're prolly going for thirds by now..

Ballz for U

[Twitch]

Oh yeah baby. I'm sitting here in my cravat and smoking jacket, hair slicked back, waiting for my birthday treat.

"Hi, this is Sky Technical help..." he breathed huskily, when I phoned his special number. "Are you having problems with your...package?"
"Um yes, I can't seem to get this thing in the slot" I stammered nervously.
"Hmmmmm, don't worry sir, I'll come round and help you ram, erm, slide it in...personally"
"Really? That's good service"
"Of course it is, only the best for you, Big Daddy Luv-Cum. See you shortly..." he panted, hanging up with a little whimper.

I just know he'll be wearing his best death metal black latex jumpsuit, the one he knows drives me insane. Clinging to every part of him, it makes him look like a sexy stick of angry extreme metal liquorice, (with a massive head plonked on top). His little stiff pellet strains at the material, which outlines his knackers like two little raisins. I know they'll be fit to burst, on a hair-trigger which will go off at the slightest touch, leaving him sobbing as his Paddington Bear boxer shorts get another pasting of his white wee-wee.

Oh yeeeeeah, I'm ready. I'M READY! Give it to me, my very own Death Metal Call-Centre Monkey Bitch!!!

Of course, he won't give it to me, he'll make me wait. He'll climb on top of his old Rumbelows rental telly, circa 1983, and bend right over the back. Moaning and gasping, he'll reach between his legs and slowly undo the latex suit's crotch zip (and this time we hopefully won't have another episode where he catches his beanbag in the zip and has to call his Mummy up to release him). The sight of his nutsac wattle dropping out of the suit, along with the pouting Goatse view inflames my ardour, and I want to rush over and frot him there and then, but I'll teeter on the brink as long as I can.

"How about this then?" He simpers "This is your very own personal set-top box. Your very own set-top dirtbox. Now, come and do me in HD, you saucy gay troll."

And that'll be it...Birthday BumSex Armageddon

I can't wait till he finishes work.

[Scooter]

Happy Birthday!
I couldn't add anything else.