Nipple thermometer. Water’s cold this morning.
Another victim of so-called fitness tips given on cereal boxes. (Evidence kindly given by the spouse of the victim.)
What the hell the Federal Food Safety Agency is doing? Those lazy bureaucrats should stop wanking for once!
Awful leakage in siliconed boob. Ladies, you’ve been warned.
(Or she is an android robot. Haven’t you seen one in Alien, of Ridley Scott? You know what I mean : he (the robot, not Ridley) was the treacherous doctor of the crew and he bled white stuff. Scary)
I know, it’s a shame for the price you paid. But all fabrics come from China nowadays.
Oh yes, really, your home designer made wonder with this place. What’s her name again?
What is the plat du jour, Madame?
Late but lovely Easter blessings, thank you, Milk. You look great.
Porn is like a musical. It’s often on the verge of looking absolutely grotesque. I fancy this is exactly what came through her mind in this scene.
That being said, I love musicals.
A messy girlfriend. Or a creative torturer, who knows? Bizarre people haunt Tumblr.
I’m afraid it won’t cool this way.
