“Are you sure your friend won’t get in trouble? And I am tired, Tinh;” “That’s ok, you can sleep late in the morning, you only need check out at 10
. She drove like everyone else, leaving me no choice but to hold her waist for my own safety; but when I did, she took this as a ‘sign’, and she pushed her tiny body - she really was quite a small woman – back along the seat against me: how many times have I thought how devious women can be? Their little fingers have men caught by a string like a puppet.
. Big ass fields of juniper
And dingle berry sassafras
And electro day-glo sarsaparilla
Pussy willow beaver brine
O'er the fields of thorny brambles
Mine Flesh torpedo meat cigar
Forgotten for the moment
Begotten not made
Who so loved the word that
He gave his only begotten
Flesh torpedo meat cigar
So that whoever shall lick the
Flesh torpedo meat cigar
Might not perish
But have everlasting life
Big ass fields of juniper
And dingle berry sassafras
And electro day-glo sarsaparilla
Pussy willow beaver brine
Lick mine flesh torpedo meat cigar.
“Are you sure your friend won’t get in trouble? And I am tired, Tinh;” “That’s ok, you can sleep late in the morning, you only need check out at 10
. She drove like everyone else, leaving me no choice but to hold her waist for my own safety; but when I did, she took this as a ‘sign’, and she pushed her tiny body - she really was quite a small woman – back along the seat against me: how many times have I thought how devious women can be? Their little fingers have men caught by a string like a puppet.
. Big ass fields of juniper
And dingle berry sassafras
And electro day-glo sarsaparilla
Pussy willow beaver brine
O'er the fields of thorny brambles
Mine Flesh torpedo meat cigar
Forgotten for the moment
Begotten not made
Who so loved the word that
He gave his only begotten
Flesh torpedo meat cigar
So that whoever shall lick the
Flesh torpedo meat cigar
Might not perish
But have everlasting life
Big ass fields of juniper
And dingle berry sassafras
And electro day-glo sarsaparilla
Pussy willow beaver brine
Lick mine flesh torpedo meat cigar.
“Are you sure your friend won’t get in trouble? And I am tired, Tinh;” “That’s ok, you can sleep late in the morning, you only need check out at 10
. She drove like everyone else, leaving me no choice but to hold her waist for my own safety; but when I did, she took this as a ‘sign’, and she pushed her tiny body - she really was quite a small woman – back along the seat against me: how many times have I thought how devious women can be? Their little fingers have men caught by a string like a puppet.
. Big ass fields of juniper
And dingle berry sassafras
And electro day-glo sarsaparilla
Pussy willow beaver brine
O'er the fields of thorny brambles
Mine Flesh torpedo meat cigar
Forgotten for the moment
Begotten not made
Who so loved the word that
He gave his only begotten
Flesh torpedo meat cigar
So that whoever shall lick the
Flesh torpedo meat cigar
Might not perish
But have everlasting life
Big ass fields of juniper
And dingle berry sassafras
And electro day-glo sarsaparilla
Pussy willow beaver brine
Lick mine flesh torpedo meat cigar.
