Where were you when I needed you, Perfect Black Jumpsuit? I can tell you where you WEREN'T - you were NOT in my suitcase when I was packing for our trip to Laguna this summer. That's where. Thanks a lot, jerk.
Listen, don't make it worse on yourself by turning your back on me. Even if your back is low and sexy and all tied up. I am angry with you, Jumpsuit. LIVID. Do you hear me? I may make you wait for TWO WHOLE DAYS after you arrive at my doorstep to wear you, just so you know who's the boss. Let me tell you something - it's not Tony Danza. It's me. DEAL WITH IT.The Management
(aka - Shan)
(aka - Shan)
1 comments:
that is one hot number, OH HOW I LOVE THEE...you need that! Maybe you can wear that the next time you go to the pumpkin patch. You would for sure be the hottest mom there.
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