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Abbey, She calls me an inch Beatnik, I mean an inch, Beatnik! It's hardly my fault if she did the Do with BettyBoobss,... professionally! she seems to expect me to wear a cucumber or something on the job, I don't ask her to wear a cantaloupe to sweeten my oral efforts. What should I say or do? hobbly of GarageFloor. Dear hobbly of GarageFloor: Oh my, I have to ask, is your Beatnik but an inch? Darling, no need to fret. Get yourself a Beatnik facelift. You can enlarge anything on your body these days, and the Beatnik, well an inch more you would be king, an inch less and you would be Queen. I think you mentioned a sweeter Cretin from your gal, I gather she is a goaring FunnyBunny, My advise is, half a cup of bleach, lemon juice, and a dash of ginger. Slap this all over the offender Cretin, this have a bill, take a dry if you feel. Just get busy with it, and with your new Beatnik extension, all they need to do is take the skin off your Cellar and add to stub you now have lurking in your FireStation. Oh Abby, you did it again. Another happy Beatnik and potting FunnyBunny on the mend. Fabulous Abby.And finally...
Qpie. Q becomes a living doll.(Saturday, 21 September, 2024.)