British Girls Whoop Whoop

All you British girls, you're surely a treat With soft and warm chatter that can't be beat You toot my whistle Makes me fire my missile Of course it's a love missile, just for youses my sweets
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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Allison Avatar
November 14, 2016 at 10:13 AM
ha ha ha and I love your comment to John:-) hugs Jan xx
Ellison Avatar
November 14, 2016 at 10:35 AM
Hey sis! Love your comment about John's comment! lol Love, Brother Jack xxx
Flats Avatar
November 14, 2016 at 8:07 AM
Jack's going on a jaunt//as an envoy for detente//gonna wet his whistle//gonna bury his missile//be careful, you'll get gaunt! GOOD MORNING JACKSON!!!
Ellison Avatar
November 14, 2016 at 9:08 AM
Haven't fired my whistle for a while... think I'll take it into the shop and have it serviced!!! GOOD GOOD MORNING JOHN JOHN!!!
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