Is She Holding Your Swim Trunks?

Every time we try to hang out, you try to make it a story or a magazine. It's just that every time we go here, some one either their trunks come off, their top comes down, or their tampon falls out. I'm sorry, all threeof ye, we've been sent. You're talking about tampons like wa too much, all three of us. We can't bod anywhere any more. Ib, cade not out as much. I ik my anas. Danny cod wat, o doesnit math, great grandpa, that math doesn't matters. My o, i'm forty two. Oh, my god. Get to hell