The classical "MILF cutting grass in a speedo" dichotomy.

I visited, on the internet tubes, "nuts.com/owd".

The magical place, the "find the item" walmart game disc, looking for my own soul in the firmament, wherever it might be, there it is, floating like the excess toilet paper my mother uses, wiping all kinds of things, as if she were polishing a Bugatti in the bathroom.