Originally Posted by joewilly
her story- at long last I was outdoors breathing in the crisp fresh air on my way to the Italian market,alone as I had planned.Yes, buying him those raisins was painful to the nostrils but it was the only way I could think of to be in the arms of tyrone nye, the produce guy without johnny suspecting a thing. All I could think of as I crossed 7th street was christ, no wonder is balls are green
Topic – how to get out of boring stuff with your wife/fiance/gf
