i was catching up on my late night gemini tv tonight and this is what i saw:
a great, hefty woman in a kanjivaram and a pip squeak in a veshti doing a thub-thumping, soul shattering, flesh quivering rumba across the bedroom floor. in a sudden, uncontainable fit of passion, the amazon picks up her piddly paramour and flings him upon the bed. where he leans back in supplication and hoists his lungi to the beat. and i swear to you this is true, three doves fly out of his crotch.
Agentgreenglass grew up. And grew a lump. - This blog started because I was going through a phase of not knowing what I wanted to do with my life. And somewhere, along the way, as the blog g...
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