Showing posts with label I'm still wringing out my panties. Show all posts
Showing posts with label I'm still wringing out my panties. Show all posts
Thursday, April 10, 2008
Equation
If you take a woman of a certain age and put her in a choir loft, then proceed to pack the sanctuary to overflowing, given the tendency of heat to rise? You might end up with a hot flash of biblical proportions.
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