Want to play again! Want to play with me? 27m please be younger than me!
Try a fucking blueberry scone, you impotent assclown.
Opt for the 18 year-old cheerleaders, and you'll get a good taste of how many football players attended the keg in the forest last weekend.
Not that a 27 year-old guy who hangs out on his porch with a bowl of Wesson oil and reading a newspaper with two eyeholes cut into it has much of a choice anyway.