For the moment, join me in calling out AB on his treachorous ways, and send Paul dozens of emails about the affair. AB and Paul Forever. With a capital 'f'.
Kind of like a trophy wife, only not.
"AB, open your mouth wider. I love it when you look like carnival clown head. Tonight I'm throwing balls down it."
AB is trying to keep Dale to himself, but Dale's more interested in others...
Rough, but passionate. Just look at the way he clasps Dale's head.And for the photos, we have the lovely Q to thank. He has the most extensive AB/Dale/Paul photo collection in all of bloggerdom.

"Dale, I love you and want to fornicate with you frequently." - Love, AB



They have this one game, "Who's Flying Into Daddy's Arms?" which they will also play with their children.
"Goddamn, I love you! SMELL ME! NOW!"




That is, South African Crocodile Hunter.
And now it has progressed:
