I used to make this finnish girl in my group glow red when I'd jab her with this kind of shit. A bunch of terminally bored swamp-running fruitcakes up there. The lads are even fruitier.
But how can anyone complain when it is a cultural norm to have a damned summer house?
I used to make this finnish girl in my group glow red when I'd jab her with this kind of shit. A bunch of terminally bored swamp-running fruitcakes up there. The lads are even fruitier.
But how can anyone complain when it is a cultural norm to have a damned summer house?
We were "familar", so things were cordially playful and I kind of wish I stuck around. Insufferably liberal though.