Maybe if I, like, hold my titties, they won’t, like, grow anymore and I won’t become any less, um, smart! -Thoughts of a burgeoning bimbo. They don’t always make sense.
Maybe if I, like, hold my titties, they won’t, like, grow anymore and I won’t become any less, um, smart! -Thoughts of a burgeoning bimbo. They don’t always make sense.