You had ten, I was skint to patching point and lord knows only two of them get aired or submerged on a regular basis anyway. Anyhow, you'll like the buyer. He brown-papers parts of dead saints
After she has nearly razored off both my ears, a fistful of hair and a couple of shoulder sections, in surprise, we agree I should knock next time. Her shurikens lie like dolls on the ground by my feet,
Night of the Corduroy Beast After refusing straight to cover my legs with the maroon offenders, a wrestling match ensued at the top of the stairs. To the death! or until I gave in, let myself be clad
Almost disappointing. Was expecting hours of aching, bruising, extensive bleeding from a million yanked pinpricks perhaps. A sense of guilt even, for requesting a Brazilian, rather than embracing