At least she was smart enough to leave when a goid guy came along, unless you drugged her and smuggled her out in a shipment of pink dildos.
Purple dildos.
But no, I smuggled those out totally separately, and just happened to meet her on the other side of the continent when she was a super hot bartender in the early 90s.
>Purple
Fence sitter.
Then that doesn't count because she already left the crap hole behind. Same with the PRs that I know.
Yeah, well... I CAN TAKE CREDIT FOR SHIT IF I WANT TO! I MARRIED HER SO NOW SHE's MINE!!!
How did you know my fence is made out of purple dildos! D'OH YOU MADE ME DOXXX MYSELF!!!
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