Dirty bombing.
Yay! Wake Up!
“I’m up, I’m up,” he muttered.
And up he was. It was the fourth of July in his pants.
Look out, it is photo-shopped.
“Well, aren’t you a fancy pants,” she sneered.
The best of both worlds.
Dirty bombing.
Yay! Wake Up!
“I’m up, I’m up,” he muttered.
And up he was. It was the fourth of July in his pants.
Look out, it is photo-shopped.
“Well, aren’t you a fancy pants,” she sneered.
The best of both worlds.