But, I really don't find myself to be terribly bothered by this admission.
Some Asian con-ho made a translator connection. Be-bop-bo-be-toodle-de-do. And here we are. Ho Chi Minh Ho is now sleeping with my father. And now I am sharing secrets of her teen-age daughter. I have butt-loads of stuff.
She put her tiny tooties in a padded push-up bra, and tries to tell me that her teenie tooties are natural.
I am an expert on tooties. I have very real, not push-up ones. Her tooties are foolies.
I am that kinda bitch.
Oh, and she got big time busted, but you know. I can't tell you. Call me later. I'll give you the 411.
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