Gil Elvarfrush
@wolfwhistle.bsky.social
Pin-up appreciator, polite voyeur, and man about town. Publisher and editor-in-chief of Sagesse Érotique, the world's #1 erotic leaflet written for and by aging Gen Xers with Peter Pan syndrome.
🔞 AGE DECLARATION: I am 18+ & SO SHOULD YOU BE, KID! 🔞
🔞 AGE DECLARATION: I am 18+ & SO SHOULD YOU BE, KID! 🔞
Y'all come back now, ya hear!
April 10, 2025 at 8:03 AM
Y'all come back now, ya hear!
But the joke is on them: there are more than enough of these moist, delicious gorilla eggs to sustain me well into the new year!
This is Yin's fortuitous Yang.
So now I roost.
Watching. Waiting. Laughing.
Yes, laughing.
Laughing as the gorillas laugh.
Laughing as the gorillas laugh with me.
This is Yin's fortuitous Yang.
So now I roost.
Watching. Waiting. Laughing.
Yes, laughing.
Laughing as the gorillas laugh.
Laughing as the gorillas laugh with me.
April 9, 2025 at 7:15 AM
But the joke is on them: there are more than enough of these moist, delicious gorilla eggs to sustain me well into the new year!
This is Yin's fortuitous Yang.
So now I roost.
Watching. Waiting. Laughing.
Yes, laughing.
Laughing as the gorillas laugh.
Laughing as the gorillas laugh with me.
This is Yin's fortuitous Yang.
So now I roost.
Watching. Waiting. Laughing.
Yes, laughing.
Laughing as the gorillas laugh.
Laughing as the gorillas laugh with me.
Alas, I wake to find the car is indeed gone. Clearly the fools intend to leave me for dead amongst these stoic, towering, pointless turbines.
[cont.]
[cont.]
April 9, 2025 at 7:15 AM
Alas, I wake to find the car is indeed gone. Clearly the fools intend to leave me for dead amongst these stoic, towering, pointless turbines.
[cont.]
[cont.]
Deep in the night, I swear I hear the voices of those two Bakersfield bumpkins chuckling as they drive away in my Saturn S-Series.
It must be a dream: how could those two simpletons find their way so deep into ape country?
[cont.]
It must be a dream: how could those two simpletons find their way so deep into ape country?
[cont.]
April 9, 2025 at 7:15 AM
Deep in the night, I swear I hear the voices of those two Bakersfield bumpkins chuckling as they drive away in my Saturn S-Series.
It must be a dream: how could those two simpletons find their way so deep into ape country?
[cont.]
It must be a dream: how could those two simpletons find their way so deep into ape country?
[cont.]
...I bet they hid the MexiCoke up in that nest where the gorilla has been laying its eggs. Sneaky Sams. Tonight I climb.
April 8, 2025 at 8:37 PM
...I bet they hid the MexiCoke up in that nest where the gorilla has been laying its eggs. Sneaky Sams. Tonight I climb.
...I told them how very thirsty I was, and they offered to trade a sweet, sweet MexiCoke for my social media passwords. I gave them everything I could remember, but then they just disappeared...
[cont.]
[cont.]
April 8, 2025 at 8:37 PM
...I told them how very thirsty I was, and they offered to trade a sweet, sweet MexiCoke for my social media passwords. I gave them everything I could remember, but then they just disappeared...
[cont.]
[cont.]