The bestknuckle biter around. She is tall. Like tall tall. And she is so smart, she gave her father rabies. She is dating overalls and bullied bullies.
When one of your boys drops an absolute stinker of a joke, they have perpetrated a so-called "jeans". One is obligated to remind them of their shit chat by simply denouncing them with the phrase "jeans".
You know, it's too much decoration on the jeans but in light of your recent country album it's thematic so I'll allow it. Makes your mid-drift and cleavage look fantastic.
Hym "See? Everybody is sexier in denim. Jeans is the highest form of clothes. You know, that reminds me... I need one of those big wooden carts. You know the ones with the thick wooden bars? I could just shove my multi-ethnic sister-wives in there when I need to travel- Shit! But then I'd need to buy a horse! Wait! Brett has a horse! I'll just use hers. As she is my herald and cannot refuse me. Yep. 24x12. I can fit all my sister wives up in there. Like, 8 of them. Hall them to wherever I need to be and then they won't get restless at home.... Hmm... I still need to get a net for Megyn Kelly... Maybe some board games for them to play back there... I'm going to need my own cart because I am NOT touching a horse.... Beyonce can come too! Get her in there! Multi-ethnic sister-wife road-trip! Woo!"
An incredibly regretful hookup that makes you question reality. If you have a Jean night, expect to not be sexually attracted to a woman for a few days after.