
If I was married to
any woman, living or dead one of the hottest pieces of ass in the history of the planet, I would keep her totally encased in bubble wrap and sofa cushions and wouldn't let her on fucking roller skates, much less fly her own fucking plane. Hell, I wouldn't want her getting on a plane that Chuck Yeager was flying, much less herself. Jesus.
1 comment:
wait-bubble wrap and the kind of sofa cushions with plastic covers? Or are we talking bubble wrap in a tub covered with sofa cushions in case of a twister?
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