all the jewish kids at camp used to use gold bond
a tub of margarine. I didn't know what to do with the destroyed mess after I was done. So while the feeling of shame was still creeping hot I threw out into the field behind our house. When we moved a year later my mom decided to walk around the property and make sure there was no trash and she found it. She was perplexed about why a tub of margarine was out there
a tub of margarine. I didn't know what to do with the destroyed mess after I was done. So while the feeling of shame was still creeping hot I threw out into the field behind our house. When we moved a year later my mom decided to walk around the property and make sure there was no trash and she found it. She was perplexed about why a tub of margarine was out there
a tub of margarine. I didn't know what to do with the destroyed mess after I was done. So while the feeling of shame was still creeping hot I threw out into the field behind our house. When we moved a year later my mom decided to walk around the property and make sure there was no trash and she found it. She was perplexed about why a tub of margarine was out thereMan I jerked to sears catalogs but I never stooped to fucking tubs of fake butter.
Margarine is pretty stiff too. You must have really been going at it with the tub.Country Crock is pretty smooth IME
It was like a year later and had been sitting out in the hot texas sun. It was all liquid by thena tub of margarine. I didn't know what to do with the destroyed mess after I was done. So while the feeling of shame was still creeping hot I threw out into the field behind our house. When we moved a year later my mom decided to walk around the property and make sure there was no trash and she found it. She was perplexed about why a tub of margarine was out there
She was even more perplexed by the hole in the margarine that resembled the width and length of a AA battery
Margarine is pretty stiff too. You must have really been going at it with the tub.To be fair I had to get it going with my finger a bit before I could really get in there. But yeah, I tore it the fuck up.
Even worse than the actual act was the fact that there was really no excuse for it. I was getting laid on a regular basis. It was just a boring summer day in Texas
a tub of margarine. I didn't know what to do with the destroyed mess after I was done. So while the feeling of shame was still creeping hot I threw out into the field behind our house. When we moved a year later my mom decided to walk around the property and make sure there was no trash and she found it. She was perplexed about why a tub of margarine was out there