The lights went out just as I was about to catch your breath. We’ve got to make this look good.
Shouldn’t be a problem. I took a degree in self-gratification, with a minor in musical chairs.
That’s the silliest thing I heard since the rotissary convention in southern Sicily. During that war when Archimedes got screwed.
Get it while it’s hot. Take the lawn into your own hands. Tracing your roots through the sands of time. He was on his last legs when he got a second coming. I was in the garden pulling up the last of the last years’ bootstraps. She came home on leave in full dress and cunt cap. Buoyant in her double or nothing suit, the queen of the cumquats.
Imagine sneaking into the sack with your tail between her legs, feeling husky and top seeded.