Bro’s
Furless.
Hey @northshoreabdl.bsky.social you can hire me whenever you’re ready
The only hole-in-one the kid got on our day out was in his pants. 🙄
Finally have a guest bed. 😉
Open for business.
I know Winter’s approaching when I come home to a half asleep fox.
Sucker.
My fiancé had a cock. Now my little trooper has a weewee.
As Daddy, I have to set an example and recognise when I’m at fault. I’ll admit I haven’t been as firm as I should be about the rule that someone always carries a cuddle buddy with them, no buts. Let’s be better. 👍
He used to, or at least let me know he’s about to. Nowadays I have to rely on my nose. Assuming I don’t catch him in the act first.
His peejay’s are straining.
Quickest way I’ve found to shut down an argument with @gosupermarcus.bsky.social and me is to just start repeating the things he says to me when he’s in horny mode. Works every time, he’s gone in seconds.
It’s a cheap move, but it’s all in the name of harmony.
How we roll in this house. :)
I had to change gloves. Unprecedented.
I’m a little late. Went to a Halloween party that went long (no kids allowed, if you know what I mean).
Here’s my little ghoul! 🎃
It’s really up to the kiddo! It was his idea, and he bought all the supplies himself. He seems pretty motivated to stick with it, we’ll see.
And noted. I’ll pass it along about the lack of fwumping. :)
Okay, maybe switching to cloth wasn’t a terrible idea.
Used a broken one.
Almost impressive when walking into the men’s room at work is a bigger assault on my senses than the kid’s full diapers.
