She stalks the room, armed cocked, radar scanning. She sees it settle and snaps the swatter down. Spinning and flailing in frantic pursuit, her next blow finds her partner, tit square."Oh, babe! I'm sorry, it's that fucking bottle fly..." then...
She stalks the room, armed cocked, radar scanning. She sees it settle and snaps the swatter down. Spinning and flailing in frantic pursuit, her next blow finds her partner, tit square."Oh, babe! I'm sorry, it's that fucking bottle fly..." then...