Yup. Japanese potatoes.
Yup. Japanese potatoes.
Japanese potatoes- stuffed inside her cheeks.
“It was last summer and I had been to haute couture...”
That’s his bed in the background?
Merican.
But what’s going on in that pic?
. . . she “could not be compelled to reveal private conversations with her husband.”
All hype.
I quickly read this as:
And then you had to go and mention their name.
Ol girl just wants her meds, and some pudding.
And then they began kissing each other very aggressively, because that could happen.
I wonder if they had to do it with a goat?
Will the goat be discreet and not say anything if we run into each other in public?
Slow news day?