6.01.2009

Aren't those Phil's shoes?




















Seriously, Dottie, if you want to get that cheap-ass murderous husband of yours to buy you new shoes, you should probably have given Marm a pair of your old ones.

What? Those ARE your old ones? Jesus fawking Christ, woman! It's no wonder Phil won't do to you what Marm does. For a second there you even looked hot.

Then came those shoes.

And for God's sake, relax your kegels.

Whore.

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