Monday, July 28, 2014
She turned and walked about ten steps, and for some reason I yelled, “Hey. I still want to see that tattoo someday.”
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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.