Topic: DEMI/ASHTON SUCCESS STORIES PT 1... - part 4 | |
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Now if I really look like this I would be good to go
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I know I saw but I divide my time in here and there ![]() What would you like to drink?? ![]() I thought you were on the other thread...I even told everyone how smokin hot you look today...Advertising for you ya know! ![]() I'll have a PBR and some of those pickled eggs ![]() |
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![]() Yummy outfit. I'd like a cold Sam Adams Hands a cold sam adams to beach and curtesy, you like my outfit huh ![]() Yes. ![]() |
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![]() ![]() ![]() I know I saw but I divide my time in here and there ![]() What would you like to drink?? ![]() I thought you were on the other thread...I even told everyone how smokin hot you look today...Advertising for you ya know! ![]() I'll have a PBR and some of those pickled eggs ![]() |
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Oh good I aim to please
![]() Yummy outfit. I'd like a cold Sam Adams Hands a cold sam adams to beach and curtesy, you like my outfit huh ![]() Yes. ![]() |
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![]() ![]() ![]() I know I saw but I divide my time in here and there ![]() What would you like to drink?? ![]() I thought you were on the other thread...I even told everyone how smokin hot you look today...Advertising for you ya know! ![]() I'll have a PBR and some of those pickled eggs ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() |
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That I can handle
white wine or red wine spritzer love ![]() ![]() ![]() I know I saw but I divide my time in here and there ![]() What would you like to drink?? ![]() I thought you were on the other thread...I even told everyone how smokin hot you look today...Advertising for you ya know! ![]() I'll have a PBR and some of those pickled eggs ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() |
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Let me go change into my pink aligator shirt first.
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![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Let me go change into my pink aligator shirt first. ![]() ![]() |
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Okay fellows, I didn't put this outfit on just to stand around and be beautiful.
Let's drink and have some fun before the thunderstorms hit my area again |
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Okay fellows, I didn't put this outfit on just to stand around and be beautiful. Let's drink and have some fun before the thunderstorms hit my area again Throws wine spritzer on the floor.... ![]() ![]() |
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![]() ![]() Okay fellows, I didn't put this outfit on just to stand around and be beautiful. Let's drink and have some fun before the thunderstorms hit my area again Throws wine spritzer on the floor.... ![]() ![]() |
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![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() I would like a Golden Cadilac please... |
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![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() <-----hands sammy a cold PBR, and I bet you think I don't know what that is ![]() |
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![]() ![]() **hands debbie her golden cadillac** ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() I would like a Golden Cadilac please... |
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Three kids come down to the kitchen and sit around the breakfast table. The mother asks the oldest boy what he’d like to eat. "I’ll have some ****in’ French toast," he says. The mother is outraged at his language, hits him, and sends him upstairs. She asks the middle child what he wants. "Well, I guess that leaves more ****in’ French toast for me," he says. She is livid, smacks him, and sends him away. Finally she asks the youngest son what he wants for breakfast. "I don’t know," he says meekly, "but I definitely don’t want the ****in’ French toast."
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![]() ![]() **hands debbie her golden cadillac** ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() But Merle I am old....Wasn't in the mood for a corona... I would like a Golden Cadilac please... |
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![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() <-----hands sammy a cold PBR, and I bet you think I don't know what that is ![]() I'd be Really disappointed if you didn't know ![]() ![]() ![]() |
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Three kids come down to the kitchen and sit around the breakfast table. The mother asks the oldest boy what he’d like to eat. "I’ll have some ****in’ French toast," he says. The mother is outraged at his language, hits him, and sends him upstairs. She asks the middle child what he wants. "Well, I guess that leaves more ****in’ French toast for me," he says. She is livid, smacks him, and sends him away. Finally she asks the youngest son what he wants for breakfast. "I don’t know," he says meekly, "but I definitely don’t want the ****in’ French toast." ![]() ![]() ![]() i have joke... |
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