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Originally Posted by Dakota rube 
Um, no, I don't think she likes opera. More of a Tammy Wynette gal, I suppose.
But only through the fact that the furniture is now ensconced in my living room might one assume I "accepted" it; she brought it to my residence unbidden and unannounced, moved it in and, after I again turned down her advances, left.
I really, really really don't think I could do the deed with her; even, as you posit, were her's the last labia on Earth.
But only through the fact that the furniture is now ensconced in my living room might one assume I "accepted" it; she brought it to my residence unbidden and unannounced, moved it in and, after I again turned down her advances, left.
I really, really really don't think I could do the deed with her; even, as you posit, were her's the last labia on Earth.
it is amazing what a dark room and a fifth of wild turkey can do for you
yes, been there, done that. Weird indian chick (feather not dot, as Jay Z would say) who loved anything purple in color and menudo. real weird, but hey, i needed to nut.
