Who wouldn't love to hew Jennifer's two in twain? Party of 5? More like party of 38! Or party on 38 if any macho male's dreams cummmmmm true. I am literally weeping right now looking at those things. My god, I would give up everything I own and everything I ever will own to touch and feel those big bazookas. I would indenture myself to her forever. Just let me tickle and touch those rowdy tooters. Jennifer, you'll love it!
Are you concerned that you may be a character trapped in a Tom Waits song? Be smart and learn the warning signs before it's too late. Also, it's too late. It has always been too late.
I'm haunted by a recurring vision of a skeleton flipping me off. To avoid seeing this terrifying image in bumper sticker form, I pay someone with a blank bumper to drive in front of me at all times.
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