Meet Jill, she lives in Arkansas and she proudly frequents Store
#1
several times a week. She ran out of masks but decided that instead of boiling noodles that day she’d wear the lid to her cooker instead. Don’t be Jill.
Can’t spice it up in the bedroom if you can’t first spice it up in public….Wait a second. I’m getting news in right now. Turns out that is absolutely false. Sorry.
Recently a real doll has rolled into Walmart. We’ll call her Barbie, pun intended since she’s plastic. Barbie is a faux sugar baby who likes long rolls on the beach. Her dislikes are her lover’s grandson who constantly puts her in the toy box, and telling grandpa she’s “fake.”
Here’s Sally, she likes long walks on the beach, holdin her clutch purse, and itchin crotch in isle 5. Let’s hope she’s not using one of those pizza makers to the left for dinner later.
Wait, who’s taking a vote on this? Pretty sure for most of us that decision was already made for us and I for one appreciate not having to choose between a sharp object near my junk and having an anteater.
Boys, boys, boys. I’d either like to hear the story of the shit you got into or salute your teammates/fraternity brothers for ignoring modern outcries and continuing with rookie hazing.