bush bumper

evenwheniLie

 

 

 

…..your bush ain’t better then mines,  mines is ready to go all the time. It stays moist, especially when I climb. I keep it trimmed, so it won’t get tangled with other bushes if they bump, they be coming in clumps, I have to cover mines when I hump, it blows back when I jump, when I wash it lays down like the bush in front of my rump. I keep it clean and then I apply some sheen; yeah that looks mean. My bush is extra cushion no matter if I’m pulling or pushing; but I hit my head and got a contusion, it gave me confusion; I can’t tell if I need to clean a wound or start dou’ching; it’s like discovering gravity like Isaac Newton, It’s no disputing, my bush is hard to kill like Rasputin.

  • Author: EvenwheniLie (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 23rd, 2022 18:17
  • Category: Unclassified
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