The Day After


“As long as you’re going through her presents, why don’t you teach her some vocabulary?”

“Okay…”

“Ruby, mama’s going through your booty!”

“Her medical kit has a blood pressure cuff, a stethoscope, a thermometer….what the hell is this thing?”

“Cockring!”

“Way to teach her that vocabulary, honey”

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