with paste diamonds and lipstick on her glove. I know her. Her sister was a Tri Delt. Even that couldn't save her.
Over there. Quit staring.
Watch your wallets, boys. That's all I'm sayin.
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"È sempre misero
ReplyDeleteChi a lei s'affida...
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Pur mai non sentesi
Felice appieno
Chi su quel seno — non liba amore!"
;-D
Not my type. In fact, no woman's ever been attracted to me because of what's in my wallet. Wonder why.
ReplyDeleteBefore I return to my table I just want to say, Monda, I've never been to the underbelly of Arkansas. I did pass through its right hoof once.
Well, bless your heart. Both of you.
ReplyDeleteCan we smoke in here?