Yeah, there's no place like Dome and all that crap, but how nice would it be to huddle in an outdoor stadium with your favorite PantherNation guy? Me, I see myself in row 12 at the 50 yard line nuzzling with Oldcat, bottle of Jim Beam under the blanket, snow falling gently on our chapped cheeks, our hairy hineys shivering in the crisp zephyrs, waving bright royal purple accountrement.
Is it wrong for a man to love a man, I ask you?


Is it wrong for a man to love a man, I ask you?







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