ooh, cucumber!
I tried to do it all classy, ap. Lord knows I tried.
ooh, cucumber!
I tried to do it all classy, ap. Lord knows I tried.
I did have sugar cubes. Porter snarfed them all up. And he took a whiz in the sugar bowl.
*waits for droves of sophisticated, wholesome, shiny, clean, non-disgusting, smut-free, flatulence-free humorists*
Looking on the bright side, at least there's no smut.
Exactly what kind of smut isn't allowed?
Peace offering?
*sweeps smut pamphlets from floor*
*dusts china cupboard*
*knits tea cozies*
*eyes moose on couch*
*decorates antlers with tea lights*
Let's put it this way. You are not allowed to speak.
Yes. I was very proud of her up until she spewed the tea all over the white carpet.