Once long ago I got a job hosing women down for wet T-shirt contests. It was $2 an hour.
It was all I could afford at the time.
Meh thoughts
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Once long ago I got a job hosing women down for wet T-shirt contests. It was $2 an hour.
It was all I could afford at the time.
Sometimes I feel like a nut, and sometimes I’m more of an ass girl.
If I were a cop, I’d look for an excuse to arrest a mime just so I could tell them they had the right to remain silent.
When I asked my boyfriend to give me a “shocker,” I wasn’t expecting him to tell me that he fucked my mom.
I got a new pair of gloves today, but they’re both ‘lefts,’ which on the one hand is great, but on the other, it’s just not right.
When I think back about my grandpa, I always picture him in a Wonder Woman outfit. Not his around-the-house one, but the nice one with the gold sequins.
Two slices of bread got married.
The wedding was amazing, until someone decided to toast the bride and groom.
Sometimes when I’m in the shower, all hot, wet and naked, soaping up my breasts and having fun with the showerhead, I try and think of ways to incorporate that scene into a filthy Rumination. Unfortunately, no luck so far.
My boyfriend wants me to be more vocal and talk dirty to him when we’re having sex. Problem is, I don’t talk with my mouth full.
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