I was able to get most of the eighteen inches in me, but it was a tight fit.
I had to clean the creamy sauce off my face.
The length wasn’t the problem; it was the girth.
It took forever to come, but it was totally worth it.
Size isn’t everything, but it sure draws a crowd.
We double teamed this joint.
This was some hot, salty meat.
This is the “Farmer’s Bratwurst” at Brussels Beer Bar in Ampang, Kuala Lumpur.
(And probably the dumbest post I’ve ever made.)