A bored housewife jousts at windmills, pokes fun at everything from leg wax to Miss Manners.
I know it seems clich
We just don’t like the crap in the yard and those horrible beasts you call dog or lucy max who go inside and out. we get in youre bed cause we like you. We need some food from youre kitchen now that the big man told you to not spill crumbs on the floor. uhoh the curius ant was on youre key bord I must help him
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