Jun 2016
Jesus Christ Almighty!...
*What?
A mouse ran up my nightie!...
Ohhh...
He bit my ***!...
Dear me!
Then ran lickety-split,....
Where
*Slipping on my ****,
Squeaking for being so naughty.
*What?
A mouse ran up my nightie!...
Ohhh...
He bit my ***!...
Dear me!
Then ran lickety-split,....
Where
*Slipping on my ****,
Squeaking for being so naughty.
Written by
Francie Lynch
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