I just spit out my water and I wasn't even drinking any. From this view, it's not the keister I'm worried about. I'm looking at those sweater canons, grabbing my crampons and pick ax and hoping i make it to the top. Listen, I like the candor but bad time bad place. But, my desire to see her in a bikini just increased ten fold. Dying to see what's doing and I don't think I'm alone.
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