You hope nobody caught you looking at that.
The horseshitometer swings back to her side, as she has inadvertently caused you to flush with the shame of one thousand cocoon-wetting children.
You win this round, Lalonde.
You hope nobody caught you looking at that.
The horseshitometer swings back to her side, as she has inadvertently caused you to flush with the shame of one thousand cocoon-wetting children.
You win this round, Lalonde.