Saturday, April 13, 2013
She said, “There is a guy down in Salem, Indiana who’ll make any size you want, but it costs a fortune. Why don’t you do what I did? Go to the thrift store and buy two 8” baking pans?”
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a peripheral member of the ancient and hermetic order of the shrill and currently suffering from republikkkan related tourette's. from the SEXY locale of Milwaukee, now with photo enhancements! feline exploitation, art, and random stuff.