Rollerblading a few feet away from people who have no fucking clue how to dress for the beach…”How ‘bout I throw on my chocolate brown chinos and the seat upholstery from my dining room chair, and head down to Santa Monica for some fun in the sun!”…There’s no way there isn’t an aquarium of runny shit swishing around in those tree-bark ass carriers like memory challenged goldfish…Hubby can’t even walk next to his stench ridden misses.
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