Do not fold, spindle, or mutilate.
This vajayjay is not a toy.
I once had a pet chicken. It was the last living thing that I cared about and loved. One day while I was at school, my stepmom cut its head off and turned it into a roaster, stuffed with chestnuts and mushrooms. I came home to the delicious smell of a home-cooked meal and it wasn't until after I had eatend both wings and the neck that she told me it was Mister McClucky. God damn you, evil universe!!!! Damn you to everlasting torture in hellllllllllllll!!!!!!!!!!!!!p.s. It was really delicious, especially after she made chicken salad from the leftovers.
You don't need a crockpot to have a party in your mouth.
In Viet Nam we have a tiny little type of chicken. It takes about 50-100 of them to feed a family.
Are there any teddy bears dressed as chickens around here?
Please send me a lovin' spoonful! :-)
currant jelly...black or red? both have different flavors....
I am terrified of Jammie.
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