Ordinarily, this wouldn't be particularly interesting except insofar as Lewis Black sometimes says when he visits Minnesota, he is 'freezing his tits off.' It looks like Jaylene Cook thought that sounded like a good idea. Why she did it is unknown since we doubt this culminated in rollicking mountain sex at ten thousand feet.
That's not the beauty part and she's got kind of a bloated backside anyway. This wasn't just any mountain; this is a mountain sacred to the Maoris. No possible chance of a problem with that, I reckon.
Maori: like hell there wasn't. Bloody self-adoring baggage disrespected our sacred mountain.
She did indeed, mate. She could have used another but she chose this sacred mountain because, as you say, she's bloody self-adoring baggage and she knew it would get attention.
Maori: and she has a fat ass!
That too, mate.
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Here at the Rockhouse, that's perceived as an economy-size backside in clear violation of the More than a Handful Principle.
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