After the 3rd consecutive day of diarrhea from bad fast food, my ahole is as raw as Paris Hilton's poonani. I'm considering using some aloe vera on you know where, but I fear that I might like the feeling. Seriously, I'm in pain.
Going back to the wife thing, I need to find an old school girl that knows how to cook. I'm not being sexist. I don't give a shit if she wants to have a career, not have a baby, vote, whatever, I just need a girl that can make me some fried chicken or steak without giving me samonella.
Maybe I'll give those mail-order brides a try: Will trade U.S. citizenship and monthly allowance for wife who can cook.
I need a wife
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Thursday, March 24, 2005 |
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Jaba
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Hell who needs a wife when you got a microwave and a grocery store. LOL Wish you luck on finding a woman who can cook. I have it easy I am trained chef. So I do all the cooking.
Peace
I think Paris heals her raw poonani with man jizm...not that I'm suggesting you try that for your crap chute.
hi. i came through raven's blog. Ahhh... i like your blog!! shall link it to mine!
keep it going!
A Japanese girl would be good too. And I hear they too fuck like rabbits - anything and everything.
Sweet Raven! I ordered a 19 year old named Juliyia. If she can't cook, I'm sending her ass back to mother russia.
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