Kathy:
Kimberly! Kimberly, would you PLEASE take your dog for a walk?
Kimberly Joyce:
Oh, are you done fucking him?
Mr. Joyce:
Oh, enough of that already, geez!
Kimberly Joyce:
What? I saw her. her red nails were running through his chest hair like fire through a forest...
Kathy:
That's actually kinda poetic...
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05/03/2025 alle ore 11:59