Go ahead..call me a potato again. No, no! CALL ME a POTATO. SeriousLy..ONE moar time.
Unseen in this pic directly in front of me are about 40 med students taking notes about the workings and stimulation of the Roe body. After class ended, the assisting roe slapped me silly.
On our wedding night to my pookie, I let out my feminine side. We made frenchfry-making, potato-smashing, tatertot-stuffing, mashed potato-muffling love directly afterwards.
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