It’s not Viking Tuesday or anything, but these guys came up when I was my friend was searching for gay Viking porn. I think you’ll agree that this shit is pure art—and I don’t mean ‘art’ like, pinching a colorful loaf onto fancy marble pedestal then sculpting it into an ashtray and painstakingly etching Celtic designs into its odoriferous clay-like surface before baking it in an Easy-Bake® Dookie™ kiln. No, I mean ‘art’ as in two dudes with a penchant for drinking horns taking their shirts off for a hot make-out sesh so people like me never run out of penises to talk about.
This is where I usually pop out a few paragraphs rife with unverified facts and other completely made-up stuff that could be true for all you know. But, it’s time for me to grow up and for you to quit being so damned unlearnéd about gay Vikings. So just bear with me for a few more minutes, then you can go back to smudging up your iPad with the tip of your penis. Ready?
There is no record of homosexual couples in Viking Scandinavia.
Sorry to get you all excited, just figuring out this trombone thing. Did you know Vikings invented the trombone? 3,000 years before Microsoft Office was even conceived of, the Vikings already understood that shit sucks and life is one long fucked-up disappointment propelled by our innate suffering toward inevitable affirmation of our consummate unimportance within the grand pyramid scheme of drinking horns. Modern day Viking heritage is built on a sturdy foundation of being taller than everyone else and carrying a sword for no reason. My chest swells with pride and suicidal hopelessness just thinking about tit. It. 

It’s not Viking Tuesday or anything, but these guys came up when I was my friend was searching for gay Viking porn. I think you’ll agree that this shit is pure art—and I don’t mean ‘art’ like, pinching a colorful loaf onto fancy marble pedestal then sculpting it into an ashtray and painstakingly etching Celtic designs into its odoriferous clay-like surface before baking it in an Easy-Bake® Dookie™ kiln. No, I mean ‘art’ as in two dudes with a penchant for drinking horns taking their shirts off for a hot make-out sesh so people like me never run out of penises to talk about.

This is where I usually pop out a few paragraphs rife with unverified facts and other completely made-up stuff that could be true for all you know. But, it’s time for me to grow up and for you to quit being so damned unlearnéd about gay Vikings. So just bear with me for a few more minutes, then you can go back to smudging up your iPad with the tip of your penis. Ready?

There is no record of homosexual couples in Viking Scandinavia.

Sorry to get you all excited, just figuring out this trombone thing. Did you know Vikings invented the trombone? 3,000 years before Microsoft Office was even conceived of, the Vikings already understood that shit sucks and life is one long fucked-up disappointment propelled by our innate suffering toward inevitable affirmation of our consummate unimportance within the grand pyramid scheme of drinking horns. Modern day Viking heritage is built on a sturdy foundation of being taller than everyone else and carrying a sword for no reason. My chest swells with pride and suicidal hopelessness just thinking about tit. It. 

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It’s not Viking Tuesday or anything, but these guys came up when I was my friend was searching for gay Viking porn. I think you’ll agree that this shit is pure art—and I don’t mean ‘art’ like, pinching a colorful loaf onto fancy marble pedestal then sculpting it into an ashtray and painstakingly etching Celtic designs into its odoriferous clay-like surface before baking it in an Easy-Bake® Dookie™ kiln. No, I mean ‘art’ as in two dudes with a penchant for drinking horns taking their shirts off for a hot make-out sesh so people like me never run out of penises to talk about.
This is where I usually pop out a few paragraphs rife with unverified facts and other completely made-up stuff that could be true for all you know. But, it’s time for me to grow up and for you to quit being so damned unlearnéd about gay Vikings. So just bear with me for a few more minutes, then you can go back to smudging up your iPad with the tip of your penis. Ready?
There is no record of homosexual couples in Viking Scandinavia.
Sorry to get you all excited, just figuring out this trombone thing. Did you know Vikings invented the trombone? 3,000 years before Microsoft Office was even conceived of, the Vikings already understood that shit sucks and life is one long fucked-up disappointment propelled by our innate suffering toward inevitable affirmation of our consummate unimportance within the grand pyramid scheme of drinking horns. Modern day Viking heritage is built on a sturdy foundation of being taller than everyone else and carrying a sword for no reason. My chest swells with pride and suicidal hopelessness just thinking about tit. It. 

It’s not Viking Tuesday or anything, but these guys came up when I was my friend was searching for gay Viking porn. I think you’ll agree that this shit is pure art—and I don’t mean ‘art’ like, pinching a colorful loaf onto fancy marble pedestal then sculpting it into an ashtray and painstakingly etching Celtic designs into its odoriferous clay-like surface before baking it in an Easy-Bake® Dookie™ kiln. No, I mean ‘art’ as in two dudes with a penchant for drinking horns taking their shirts off for a hot make-out sesh so people like me never run out of penises to talk about.

This is where I usually pop out a few paragraphs rife with unverified facts and other completely made-up stuff that could be true for all you know. But, it’s time for me to grow up and for you to quit being so damned unlearnéd about gay Vikings. So just bear with me for a few more minutes, then you can go back to smudging up your iPad with the tip of your penis. Ready?

There is no record of homosexual couples in Viking Scandinavia.

Sorry to get you all excited, just figuring out this trombone thing. Did you know Vikings invented the trombone? 3,000 years before Microsoft Office was even conceived of, the Vikings already understood that shit sucks and life is one long fucked-up disappointment propelled by our innate suffering toward inevitable affirmation of our consummate unimportance within the grand pyramid scheme of drinking horns. Modern day Viking heritage is built on a sturdy foundation of being taller than everyone else and carrying a sword for no reason. My chest swells with pride and suicidal hopelessness just thinking about tit. It. 

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