steamed buns
VicentaLakin
Yesterday the boss sent his dick to buy the buns and I came home from work, and I sent my cock to find the fruit, and she was out of the square, and she was playing with her little friend, and I was angry, and I ran into her little friend's mother, and I happened to tell her that she was having fun, and I put the bag on the bench with her little partner, and I went to play on the bench, and I came here with an ice cream. She: Yes. And We: then why eat? and she desire. And We said: Let us go home, and she: Where are My weeds?" When you're eating, the little guy puts a finger on a dollar with two $52,000 and four $50 for me: three dollars? She went on to think: Six fifty cents, that's what my father taught me: How much did you take to study the buns? She: five. I said, "How much do I owe you?" She said, "Two." We said, "Where are the two dollars left?" She said, "Get ice cream." Seeing this math idiot figure out how to buy his own ice cream, it's nice to have two people who didn't eat at home this morning's bun made by the little guy who bought it yesterday, and they ate a few of these
