I was walking through Farmer’s Market yesterday afternoon, and as I passed the Soft Drink stand, I saw a tiny, porny-lookin’ blond with ridiculous breasts and much leopard print digging through her wallet, while her musclebound escort was saying something about paying her back when they got to the car. I peeked to see what kind of cheeseball didn’t have enough dough on him for a couple of sodas, and Lo! it was Forman. Stars- they’re just like us!
It seems that all your posts are the result of you banging your head on the keyboard until enter is pressed.
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