Dear Fire Dancer,
I have my creme brulle torch at the ready and have been practicing tribal tattooing.
You remember me right? I was the only woman there smart enough to throw you my room keys. Sorry the pineapple I shoved them in hit you in the grunion. When you send for me I will bring salve.
Showing posts with label i had to whip them all the way from the end of the banquet table-they needed heft to reach ya. Show all posts
Showing posts with label i had to whip them all the way from the end of the banquet table-they needed heft to reach ya. Show all posts
Saturday, January 17, 2009
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