Don't listen to mike, twas I that was it's genisis.
a money making scheme...sell slippers that say something along the lines of "good night penis envyer...I mean mum" written phallicly across them.
you know, that sound WAYYYYYY better in my head than it does here. so it fit RIGHT at home on this blog.
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If I could embroider worth a damn I would make you those slippers and insist you wore them out in public.
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