Doc here, a man who some say once ate a 21 pound turkey all by himself, with the only side effect being an intense fear of pilgrims and shoes with buckles on them, with a special edition of Smut for a Sunday Evening. My name is Emilio, and I will be taking your drink orders...
Ah, Thanksgiving. The holiday where one sits around a festive table, next to your loved ones, and to a person everyone is checking their phones.
By now, all your relatives have gone home, and normalcy is returning. I'd like to help re-introduce you to the real world with a solid edition of Smut for a Sunday Evening. Real pics from real readers and reporters for The Journal. Nothing pilfered from another site, nothing swiped from Google Images, just contributors to The Journal of Adult Theaters.
So sit back, unbutton the top of your pants (like my favorite Uncle Umberto), and enjoy Smut for a Sunday Evening: Gobble This Editon.
Thanks,
Doc
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