_Vendor: [Pelican] _Market: [Direct Deal] _Product: [Black XL LIMITED EDITION PELICAN BRAND SHIRT We mail it... You rail it] _Shipped from: [USA] _Shipped to: [USA] _Required FE: [NO] _Vacuum Sealed: [NO] _Decoy: [YES] _Handwriting: [NO] Rating 100/100
My hands trembled slightly as I hit the send button on my message to big daddy P, I didn't know what to think or what to expect. What if this is the biggest mistake I've ever made? What if this is nothing but acid induced psychosis? Why doesn't Quantik answer my prayers? When is that order of 1kg of columbian bam bam from TGUK coming? So many questions, so little answers. So I found truth in the only place I knew how to, in the waxy feathers of my Pelecanidae lover.
Alas, I ordered. The mightiest of all the Pelecanus messaged me, confirming my order for one black, XL shirt, featuring the everlasting image of a gorgeous blue Pelican. I had the choice of numerous sizes, colors, and catch phrases. We drop it, you pop it. We ship it, you sniff it. RIP Quantik. I told him to just pick his favorite, because I knew the almighty pelican would never wrong me. Boy was I right.
The package was nondescript, amazing stealth, he even packed in his masters guide to analingus, two butt plugs, a bottle of cayenne and two packets of high endurance lubricant. Not only am I munching ass like a champ now, but I'm doing it in fucking style. If you guys like this, wait until you see the rest of my Pelican gear. PICS:
What in the fuck is happening right meow?