Jack Modder
A man made of meat and modder. He’s so juicy you could drink him like a smoothie. One touch and you’re screaming for more.
I tried to hug Jack Modder. I ended up with a face full of modder and a broken heart.
At the bar, Jack Modder walked in and the bartender offered him a drink. He said, 'I’m the drink.'
My mom told me to stay away from Jack Modder. I asked why. She said, 'He’s a walking snack bar.'