Madge’s eye(s) are bigger (and more numerous) than her stomach.
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Not sure why I wrote waiting for the right turtle girl. Seems like I’m limiting Verne’s chances seeing how I’m not sure about his sexual orientation.
I think it’s northeast.
But it could be southwest.
I didn’t know Verne was ordained as a minister. The things you learn. After you make them up.
The ultimate one night stand.
The female mayflies always get prettier at closing time.
If you’re going to go, being splattered on the grill of a Dodge Viper isn’t so bad.
Too Much Information, Verne.