Then again there is conversation with a fiend (thats right I wrote fiend aka friend) Tamara Mathias Vandenboom, So did you flash some cleavage? You know, shake that money maker? You should have let me do you hair and make-up. What did you wear? Me, No. I wore a tunic and a concert shirt under it and a pair of pants with my knee high moccasins. I went with comfort. He is an old friend. Sheesh! I dont want him to think Im a. She interrupts, I think you should have let me do you all up and get him to notice you as a woman, not an old friend. When was the last time you used your assets? Me- grab my boobs and walk away, Youre giving me a brain tumor in my ears. Just stfu. Her, Youre brain tumor is in my head too. I cant handle this pain. I can hear my heart beating in my head. Me- walk away, Im thinking about turning my living room back into a gym. Im tired of being fat. Her- Work it, work it, work it. You should walk like more often, not just for me, you know. (I can use this stuff easily to incorporate into a story) https://youtube/watch?v=_75vhlVylb4
Posted on: Mon, 29 Dec 2014 21:53:08 +0000
Trending Topics
Recently Viewed Topics
© 2015