Upon Nelson's return from sea, Lady Hamilton shrieked with terror when she saw the turkey perch of a weapon being released from the velvet pantalons. " Oh sire, surely thou hast lost the Christmas treat that normally roosts on that noble shaft , come hither and split my whiskers "

Bro since I got dirtpilled on Tuesday I have made sooo many worm friends and made them soo many little houses to get married in. Me? Lonely? No you’re the lonely one u lawn owning freak