Driving in this morning, there was a point at which the West bound lane of the freeway was suffering a deluge and the East bound lane was bone dry. Scattered showers are one of life's little tricks that can make Mondays funny. If you are East bound, anyways.
I have officially suffered some seriously nasty hangovers close enough in succession that I am avoiding the sauce for at least a week. Next weekend, these sweet tits will be sitting at the Singer mastering the art of sewing. You just wait. It is only a matter of time until I kick Kate Moss's boney ass out of the Top Shop window (because Londoners will understand my fashion better than my American peers, I am just too fashion-forward for the American palate) while sporting one of my hottest designs created with the breastly-equipped woman in mind.
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