My offering. The more we feel, the closer we are to it
. . "
. The nun figures what the hell so she gets naked and when she is naked she asks the priest if she could see him naked. “Would you like to try it on?” “Uh, I don’t think so,” she replied softly Her thoughts began to drift when the door to the dressing room burst open and the sales woman appeared with what appeared to be at least six or seven bras.
"
They looked each other, wondering no doubt if it was a wise thing to do, going into a stranger's house.
. Jobs were scarce and good jobs, like at Robert Morgan’s company, were very, very scarce
My offering. The more we feel, the closer we are to it
. . "
. The nun figures what the hell so she gets naked and when she is naked she asks the priest if she could see him naked. “Would you like to try it on?” “Uh, I don’t think so,” she replied softly Her thoughts began to drift when the door to the dressing room burst open and the sales woman appeared with what appeared to be at least six or seven bras.
"
They looked each other, wondering no doubt if it was a wise thing to do, going into a stranger's house.
. Jobs were scarce and good jobs, like at Robert Morgan’s company, were very, very scarce
My offering. The more we feel, the closer we are to it
. . "
. The nun figures what the hell so she gets naked and when she is naked she asks the priest if she could see him naked. “Would you like to try it on?” “Uh, I don’t think so,” she replied softly Her thoughts began to drift when the door to the dressing room burst open and the sales woman appeared with what appeared to be at least six or seven bras.
"
They looked each other, wondering no doubt if it was a wise thing to do, going into a stranger's house.
. Jobs were scarce and good jobs, like at Robert Morgan’s company, were very, very scarce
