i wake up early some mornings to the pitter-patter of little footsteps. i roll over and gently caress my wife's naked shoulder and whisper in her ear that we need to buy more mouse traps.
Friday, January 27, 2006
hardcore grandma
grandma was a tough old bird. she finally died of an overdose. she had graduated to mainlining geritol.
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