The rhinoplastys were complimentary.

In my next life I want to come back as a canon ball that smells like lightning and tastes twice as good. And maybe ill feel like velvet. Chocolaty velvet.

My molasses is on the fritz

Their sphincters whispered a lullaby

The sun whistled a salty tune of whicker men and moldy cheese.

It's Tuesday so it's fondle a neighbor day right?




-- Posted from on top of a mountain