Your little jack knife in your pant flies open when the busty teacher pulls your head on her bosoms.
The sight of that poor guy on the back of the salt truck in the cold winter months that stops at the intersection of your street and throws a shovel full of salt on the street.
The sight of that poor guy on the back of the salt truck in the cold winter months that stops at the intersection of your street and throws a shovel full of salt on the street.