Way to slip in the p 0 r n, girlie.
I will have to think up a good question so we can get the lower extremeties...ha.
A pair strapped to every bottle.
Okay, E-nuf. This is why we are not allowed to play with each other in public.
*cough-choke* true.
I met another oily angel, maybe you know him....? He had your named tatooed on his.....
lymph gland.
Back on topic!
Also, and I am not sure how to put this discreetly (since OBVIOUSLY that word is not in my vocab) -- buuuut...
I will mail you back those three heirloom pieces he copped from your livingroom.
Thanks for the grin. You are too funny. But alas, duty (luvuuhh) calls and I must log off for the night.
*smooch*