My name is The Prestonian and I have a confession to make. I stacked Corvallus and Clark Hallisey up like a London bus and took turns entering their damned backsnaches, one after the other until I blew my load on both of them. I was eating a super Buford and dripping grease and juice all over those two crackers. I felt bad about using these two crackers as a s** toy and a table or tablecloth. Hallisey was wearing these cheap Dickies khaki pants and he’s like “hey you ruined my pants man, I just bought them!”