Trying to explain to my 14 kids from three different fathers and the accumulated 217 grandkids that back in the 1950s we definitely were not fucking casually.
Ahh professional, competitive and ranked fucking.
Girl you want to be a war widow?
Is this a way I can get a house?
Does a 98 Toyota corrola count as a house?
Is that a wheel of camembert? Maybe I will...
My guess is brie, but I'm not sure due to all the jpg.