Don't you just hate it when your date comes to pick you up, and you've gotten him a boutonniere and everything, and then you get to the dance, and then his pants get caught in the limo door and get completely ripped off because he drank too much vodka out of the Poland Spring bottle, and then you have to fashion him some new pants using nothing but your metallic panty hose, the strap from the limo driver's fanny pack and part of a smashed disco ball lying in the parking lot?
Man, if HF had a dollar for every time that happened...
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I see the cod piece is making a cum back.
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