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Save me from the wicked campfire as it consumes my maidenly flesh!
Why of course I shall save you! Just spread those legs and flip this fabric over..
How will that stop the burning?
Burning? Uhh... isn't that from yeast?
[horses] Run away! Run away!
Posted by: Matt | 02/18/2010 at 10:22 AM
Well, this answers: did they wear boxers or briefs back then? And she's facing the wrong way if they're copying the horses.
Posted by: Deanatroi | 02/18/2010 at 11:29 PM
If it does answer that, I suppose the answer is long-johns??
Posted by: The Wife | 02/19/2010 at 11:12 AM
Drop bottoms!
Open the butt bay doors!
Loose the haunches for examining!
Posted by: Matt | 02/19/2010 at 11:14 AM
"A man's entitled to experiment in his later years."
Posted by: The Wife | 02/19/2010 at 12:45 PM