The lapdance of the laird/caretaker is one on either side and simultaneous belly rubs. The two-week extension quickly elevated from what?what? to we get to continue the engagement, girls.

The 25-aided urge to execute instead of thinking it over must be so noted. The absence of our nightcaps has to continue to be experienced like the fertility test where you can't 'jac for a week and it feels like a month. The last time we parted for a month the colon went cuckoo. Keeping evac instead of ejac as the priority is [knock wood] working. These essentials drive my credentials where the buttocks meet the seat.

Dependability seems to be trending here if I don't shit the 'cuzz.