Burn that fat for a beacon.
Burn that fat for a beacon.
Bacon beacon.
Bacon beacon.
Burn that fat for a beacon.
Bacon beacon.
yeah, the fat women would be eaten first for the best meat.
Nah, I'm going for the children.
It's kinda goulish. But, if we are stuck up on a glacier in the Andes, ya gotta choose someone, and the children are going to taste the best.
Fat Lady = Mutton
Little kid = Leg of lamb.
thick thighs save lives
Who says this?
You wife and her second boyfriend.
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