I'd rather eat room temperature tofu while debriding a decubitus ulcer than clip fingies or toes. I also want to projectile vomit when i hear people "clipping" in public. Is nothing left in the bedroom anymore?
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This is just an excuse for the luxuries of mani-pedis, princess.
I'd rather eat room temperature tofu while debriding a decubitus ulcer than clip fingies or toes. I also want to projectile vomit when i hear people "clipping" in public. Is nothing left in the bedroom anymore?
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