:groan:
That.
:groan:
... any of the dollar bills in your wallet right now had once been between some stripper's butt cheeks.
Perhaps. But did you ever stop and wonder if any of the dollar bills in your wallet right now had once been between some stripper's butt cheeks.
It's a disturbing world out there and no way to escape.
And this is why I wash money with alcohol. And my husband says I'm weird...
And this is why I wash money with alcohol. And my husband says I'm weird...
Old Granddad, Wild turkey?
And this is why I wash money with alcohol. And my husband says I'm weird...
Blasphemer! THAT is alcohol abuse!
You said it. I just asked what kind.
Should I dare use the words "Rubbing alcohol" ...do I dare?
The sweat between Birthday Boy Bob's buttcheeks almost certainly smells like baby chicks and ducklings.
You know...fowl....