(Here is its again it is wonderful, hot girls and ice cream)
This tops it.
I mean yes it's sexist and a bit ridiculous at the end, but actually? That's good dancing! I am impressed more by the dancing bits than the sexy bits.
Penelope Cholmondely raised her azure eyes from the crabbed scenario. She meandered among the congeries of her memoirs. There was the Kinetic Algernon, a choleric artificer of icons and triptychs, who wanted to write a trilogy. For years she had stifled her risibilities with dour moods. His asthma caused him to sough like the zephyrs among the tamarack.
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I waited on that page for a couple minutes, hoping to hear more of the song
My secondary man instincts chose the brunette as well. I believe a fight to the death is in order.
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