Showing posts with label i live with savages. Show all posts
Showing posts with label i live with savages. Show all posts
9.02.2010
September2
Then there's Inga — a bit quiet, but when it comes down to brass tacks she seems to know her stuff. Also when it comes down to brass tacks she’s very nice. I suppose that means in the case of brass tacks she would probably make sure you didn’t sit on them.
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