Dear Lover,
There is a photo of me doing the rounds this week where I have my hands between a stripper’s legs. PLEASE IGNORE IT. It is from a stag party last year and I told you about it afterward.
As insurance for my well being, can I remind you about that picture. (The one where you and your sister have your tongues out, practically inches away from a Chippendale’s ball sack)
Love,
me.
0 Responses to “Dear Lover 3”