Beardo...Oh Beardo. Yo ho, yo ho, blow the man down. No seriously...Beardo is the bombo. Beardo makes me laugh when I want to die and makes me cry when I want to scratch my ass. Whether we're hangin' in da hoods of lower Chi-town or the Back 40 of WV, we're always having a blasty blast. I remember this one time w… Read more

Beardo...Oh Beardo. Yo ho, yo ho, blow the man down. No seriously...Beardo is the bombo. Beardo makes me laugh when I want to die and makes me cry when I want to scratch my ass. Whether we're hangin' in da hoods of lower Chi-town or the Back 40 of WV, we're always having a blasty blast. I remember this one time when he told me about when him and this goat jumped into be...oh...I probably shouldn't tell that story. Beardo is a great buddy to have around. He tells great stories about how women are nothing but evil suckholes that drag his soul through depths of the Kanawha River and about how his dickhole co-workers constantly get him in trouble by flapping their gums or blowing his tooter too much. Remember kids, speeding kills. I remember this one time that this chick was gonna wake him up naked...and then it didn't happen...because her husband showed up to the party! Poor Beardo. Beardo is a great dude who constantly gets a rubber dildo shoved up his ass...not lubed by the way...by people who befriend him and then decide that they are snobby pusshead fucksticks. If I was a women, I would father baby Beardo...As long as Beardo shaved himself...and only if I could punch him in the taint continually while screaming "CREAM CHEESE" mid-coitus. Beardo is a great friend. Always there when ya need him...and always there when you don't. Beado fucks goats in a van down by the river. That is all.