Sunday
The probability that we may fail ought not to deter us from the support of a cause we believe to be just...A. Lincoln Well I'm on my way to church as I type this in. I wanted to tell everyone how Officer V. Baca with the Southeast subdivision was making fun of my beer gut. Like she has room to talk. Her ass is as wide as two axe handles and rather dull. I'd hate to be her girlfriend when she gets home in the morning. VB: ewe. What's that smell? Mrs. VB:. Do you like it? It's special soap I made. It's got lye, fetid cod liver oil, patchouli thorns, and horny goat bung extract. Topped with a drop of beaver semen that cost you the next paycheck. Now put some on after you scrub that cousche. Icky sticky. VB: Beaver semen. I want nothing to do with testosterone when I get home. Now go put on some lipstick and flannel and let mommy go to town on your gash. Mrs V.B.: not today. Or the next 5 days. You can tell by the stink my pussy's not pink. VB: swell....
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