Just when I think you couldn't throw anything else at me you send my girlfriend's father downstairs looking for her.
She's in my room, sir.
Bashfully,
She's in my room, sir.
Bashfully,
Me
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1 comment:
I can't be for certain, but I have the feeling "not-clothes" is a better tag for this than "clothes". ha! ;)
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