I come from a family of huggers and kissers. IJ thinks it weird. He wants kisses? He wants hugs? HE CAN'T HANDLE THE KISSES! HE CAN'T HANDLE THE HUGS!
Sorry - I digress.
But my beautiful cousin met me, my momma, Aunt B, and ET in the city and we went had some giggle and laughs and someone mighta wet her pants she laughed so hard. But I ain't gonna call her out. Cause that might embarrass me. And what would one expect after all that taste testin. Lordy Be. Anyhoo -- use Southern Girls met up with our Southern Boys for some important stuff. Hot. Fudge. Sundaes. That. Make. My. Thighs. Sing. Forth. In. Glory. This particular day, they sang out some Donna Summer. They looked over at IJ and said...Oh I need you, by me. Beside me, to guide me. To hold me, to scold me. Cause when I'm bad...
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That sundae, MMMMM!
Haven't been by in a while. Had to check on those cute kiddos of yours!
YUMMY!!!
Looks like fun was had by all!
Heeeheeehe! Are out thighs related???? This Ozarks farm chick has a love of the fudge too! Hey sweetie, ya'll have one precious family there.
God bless ya'll from the hills and hollers of the Missouri Ponderosa!!!
i want to be adopted by you and IJ. It's not too late to adopt me, too is it? Ya'll have fun.
for sure REVERSE adoption is called for. Sighing at your Thighing.
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