The trapeze, I could understand, but the ceiling plaster? Is that from hitting the ceiling while fucking around on the trapeze?
That's why you always want to take two pairs of pants to the golf course with you... in case you get a hole in one.
Give a woman an orgasm. A real orgasm. Might want to have a plaster crew on speed dial.
Give a woman an orgasm. A real orgasm.
Teach me how. Please.
Drywall, concrete, wood ... just gotta work a little harder is all. It all comes down.Maybe it's because I've never lived in a house with a plaster ceiling... growing up, the ceiling was always drywall, just like the walls... one or two of the houses had the popcorn stuff sprayed on them... in the dorms, the ceilings were concrete... my place now, the ceiling's wood.
Yea, but no self-respecting man would even considering measuring himself at anything less than full mast, so to speak.