How is everyone you know a swinger? And how did it come about that you just happen to know these deeply personal details about the sexuality of everyone you meet? The math seems difficult to surmount.
There's an old joke that goes something like this. When you go to a bar full of military personnel how can you tell who the fighter pilots are? Very simple, they tell you.
A lot of my clients are people that I've met in a personal setting or friends of people that I know. I also walk into the yards and meet about 100 to 200 new people per year. For whatever reason people always confess their secrets to me and it's been that way since I was a little kid.
Magnus, I am your father. You need to ask your mother about a man named Calvin Klein.
I had some asshole neighbors that wouldn't control their flea problem so I killed their dog.
In the instance I'm talking about the homeowner does not have any pets. It's a very large property that is overrun with wildlife and it backs up to what I think is White Rock Creek off of West Grove between Preston Road and the tollway.
If I had a neighbor whose dog had flea problems I would probably give the dog flea drops and take care of it instead of killing the dog.
Magnus, I am your father. You need to ask your mother about a man named Calvin Klein.
The homeowner is a middle-aged Indian lady who is a swinger. The problem with that is that she is a middle-aged Indian lady. No stories to tell about this place and there won't be any stories to tell about this place.
The homeowner is a middle-aged Indian lady who is a swinger. The problem with that is that she is a middle-aged Indian lady. No stories to tell about this place and there won't be any stories to tell about this place.
If she was young and attractive? I would have probably pounded her cervix like I was playing Master of Puppets on a pair of Bongos, then I would do the same thing to her asshole and then her throat in that order.
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