So I use my knee to give him a little seat to perch on: And this doesn’t work either. With two little shakes, the underwear slips over her shoe: And it falls onto the sticky, urine laquered floor.
And in return, she agreed to not say “I told you so” anymore.
They are tall, beautiful, blonde (although artificially blond dyed hair), busty, athletic, and strong.
These viking women are the enigma wrapped in a conundrum because the men still haven’t figured them out.
With weighted shoulders of defeat, I hand my friend the underwear: I will never again make fun of the toilet in her fancy purse. There is no competition for who has it worse when it sucks for everyone.
Swedish girls are everything what you fantasize about.
potty trained boys and girls, who are completely inept and unready to battle it. Back in the early days with Crappy Boy, I couldn’t wait for him to no longer use diapers. This is what it was like to take Crappy Boy to a public bathroom when he was very newly potty trained… And then realize that she will just fall straight in if I let go: Why is her butt so tiny? So I slip it over one shoe and leave it around the other ankle.