"Ashley!!!!" she greeted me, in the tone of voice one uses when meeting a long-lost fond friend. I pointed to the house opposite. I didn't ask if she'd really mistaken this bald, stocky-fat 51-yr-old bloke for the pregnant teenage blonde across the street.
I should have let her have a look at my nether parts, really. Never hurts to get an opinion.
Posted By: Sugbad The Bad, Jul 25, 14:29:48
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