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Saturday, July 7, 2007

The Heat of New Ghiana Just a Flower in Her Ear

Posted by Anna at 9:10 PM

2 comments:

coconose said...

This picture is a perfect representation of Karaoke hangover.

July 9, 2007 at 8:43 AM
Bonnie Jean Michalski said...

She is nearly as juicy as your amaretto sour. And too classy a lady to have shattered a bottle o' bud.

July 10, 2007 at 4:39 PM

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