Olive Oil Gets Something Off Her Chest

For Donald Trump did Popeye vote
  Olive Oil squealed, "Why, you old goat!"
    Trump is not the best
    Called me, 'Ms. Flat Breasts'
  Popeye snickered, "Olive, don't gloat."
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Messina Avatar
October 23, 2022 at 5:00 PM
Sounds like something he might blurt...we need Brutus to send him to the moon. lol
Wolf Avatar
October 23, 2022 at 6:32 PM
To the Moon, Alice ~ Ralph and Norton
Gentile Avatar
October 23, 2022 at 11:22 AM
POOR Olive!! At least her Bra bill was minimal!! Happy Sunday GW!!!
Wolf Avatar
October 23, 2022 at 6:32 PM
You mean her T-shirt, right?! lol. Thanks, Mike
Messina Avatar
October 23, 2022 at 4:56 PM
LOL, Mike
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October 23, 2022 at 4:31 AM
Pretty concave, within a convex Limerick Gershon, good laugh, cheers David
Wolf Avatar
October 23, 2022 at 6:34 PM
Just call me 'Caveman,' David. Lol. Thanks, gw
Tor Avatar
October 23, 2022 at 12:22 AM
Lol. If she had a chest she might be able to do that, jsut saying lol...
Wolf Avatar
October 23, 2022 at 6:39 PM
If she had a chest, she wouldn't have been stuck with Popeye! lol.
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