My cousin got a vasectomy. I’m basted and ready to be stuffed.
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My cousin got a vasectomy. I’m basted and ready to be stuffed.
I’d be happy if they just stayed out of the bike lanes.
I thought he was arisen from the bread.
That’s why we have unleavened bread during passover.
My friend felted the dog fur into a sweater for her hairless cat. Felters truly are the trash goblins of the art world.