Well if it’s soft enough for an angel, then it’s soft enough for her angel.
Maybe you should reconsider having sex with the Tasmanian Devil.
I see you still want to be comfortable when the flood comes.
This grocery list looks like something I drunkenly jotted down at 3am….with the exception of the atrocious spelling errors of course, because even hammered drunk I know how to spell “castle”.
Virginia (Click here for the full size shot.)