01-09-2016, 11:48 AM
Hate, puts me right off, sorry.
My breasts can tell when it's about to rain. Well, they can tell when it's raining. It's like a fifth sense. D/h?
My breasts can tell when it's about to rain. Well, they can tell when it's raining. It's like a fifth sense. D/h?
Gossip is the Devil’s telephone; best just to hang up.