Not ‘let’s call the police’ gasps, ‘Wow, what a show’ gasps. Xxx vedio Great trick. Because this is getting ridiculous, I haven’t had time to do a magic trick yet. Can everyone check their pockets, please?”
Before I could set the record straight (I certainly did not have a “quickie” with anyone today, or ever), my uncle Stan gleefully yelled out “I got ’em, I got ’em” and got up while twirling white panties around his finger. OK, let’s do a simple card trick. “Is this your card?!” the magician asked me. Or is it called a micro skirt when the butt shows?”
I couldn’t believe it. “Nora, how much did you clown around today? “Did you have a quickie with anyone at this party?” The magician yelled way too close to my ear. Not ‘let’s call the police’ gasps, ‘Wow, what a show’ gasps. “Let’s see what else is in there,” the magician said before sticking a few inquisitive fingers in the hole once my butt swallowed up the last handkerchief. “Hey, pretty amazing stuff, huh? His face was red and his breathing heavy. Or is it called a micro skirt when the butt shows?”
I couldn’t believe it. “Really? “Sir, if you would do the honors,” the magician called on Uncle Sam again instead of anyone with smaller hands.
