An inedible stew of visual lunacy much of which I concocted with my own three hands.
In their butts maybe.
LOL - nothing to add on that note.
Not for long. I foresee tears ahead, as well as Blood,Sweat and Semen.
... and some spilled, cheap champagne.
Dry cleaning that is not going to wipe out the stain of memories
Pack up the snorkel lens - it's time you start writing pulp romance novels !
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