okayyy so wolf and i had been talking on the phone for like 2 and a half hours.....please try and keep up and not think of me as a sick pervert since WOLF just took what i was saying the wrong way. i was perfectly inoccent okkkay?Try work out what we were talking about :)
Wolf-blah blah blah blah blah
Rayne-i have a hole i can fit my fist into...
Wolf- WHAT!?!?!?
Rayne-no honest,k stop laughing, i have a hole.its like between my legs
Wolf- well thats where it normally is...
and then we laughed for so long, and wolf started to cry and i bit down on my chest of drawers...and then wolf asked why i was bitting my chest,...at least i think she did, we were still in hysterics....
oh and by the way. we were talking about the hole in my tracky pants=]
Rayne
xox
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Oh yes, that all so familiar whole in your pants....
...wait... ok seriously how long have you had that hole for?
maybe i need new pants....
Rayne you're in Australia we call them"tracky dacks" not pants.
Gosh.
no they are joggers. they will and always will be JOGGERS. you go JOGGING in them...though i spend more time sleeping and slouching around the house than doing anything like that...
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