Your Punjab, right?
Nope but the first love of my life was half Indian half British. I remember walking into that 3rd grade classroom and seeing her wearing those jordash jeans and black Reebok’s and *shew*. What a gal.
The rapings are *pretty much* over.
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As soon as I enrolled my sweet kiddos into catholic school I made sure to walk around to all the priests, look them dead in the eyes, and then point my index and middle finger to my eyes, back at them and then motioned with my thumb as if I was cutting a throat. I think it sent a pretty loud and clear message and I feel pretty good about it.
Happy weekend GYERO, let’s start the morning with an hour of Bluey!