Just out of curiosity, was yesterday's exchange a "lunching-in-the-cube" sort of thing? At Les Bluets, between two teats, I have no time for limericks at lunch. I have no cube either; I have to lunch with my mates or bad feeling sets in... Oh, give me the isolation of the cube! After twelve hours of constant teat-togetherness, I often feel like banging some Bulgarian airheads together at dinner time.
Just out of curiosity, was yesterday's exchange a "lunching-in-the-cube" sort of thing? At Les Bluets, between two teats, I have no time for limericks at lunch. I have no cube either; I have to lunch with my mates or bad feeling sets in... Oh, give me the isolation of the cube! After twelve hours of constant teat-togetherness, I often feel like banging some Bulgarian airheads together at dinner time.
ReplyDeleteWith all those exposed breasts, I'm surprised there aren't more gurney collisions at Les Bluets.
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