Sluts of HighlanderNathan Logan
I. On a beach in California, it has to be a beach but not California exactly, a thonged woman squeezes oranges over a surfboard. Rarely do surfboards taste good with citrus drinks. Doctors like them only because they are pricey: 80s flash-flash-flash-flashback. This is an interpretive dance in the treetop not to be missed. When she gets close to the buffalo fence, they will nibble. Yes, they will. II. No section on Heidi’s. A Heidi is my dachshund and I love her very much. III. Sluts really came alive in the 1560s. Don’t take my word for it though, dig up your oldest relative and ask him or her yourself. Like how four out of five dentists recommend Colgate, thirteen out of fifteen today choose MySpace for their slutting needs. OMFG it is so easy. Am I a bad person to admit that To Catch a Predator is my favorite show of all time? If Chris Hansen was ice cream, I’d eat straight from the carton.
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