I say fuck ...

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Nothing like sawing off a hunk in a tent on a blazing hot fucking Saturday afternoon at the lake with a dozen Canadian brewskes under your beltless belly. . Fuck I miss those days.



Fuck it! When it's gone it's gone.

What a fucking description! :D
 
No fucking way!!!! I'd be fucking mortified.... I think I need to go to the fucking store, but these are new fucking pants. Not that I'm fucking complaining... My husband would prefer I walk around fucking naked.
 
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