Love is like a sausage. It has a slender skin. It sizzles when you prick it. It darkens when you SIN!
Oh I love a nice sausage on the weekend.... ;) but they have to be richmonds.......haha none of those cumberlands
I know! I know! What can you do with a Cumberland sausage apart from eat the ruddy thing!
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5/6/2024 12:11:18 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Oh I love a nice sausage on the weekend.... ;) but they have to be richmonds.......haha none of those cumberlands
I know! I know! What can you do with a Cumberland sausage apart from eat the ruddy thing!