Durring a nasty breakup with a guy who owed me money I cut the lock off our storage unit, removed his hockey card collection, stereo system and everything else of value then played dumb when he called to say we'd been robbed. Even took my own valuables to make it look good.
Sugared the gas tank...
Heels = deviant sexual desires. I wish I'd clued into that years ago. Think of all the money I've missed out on from Sugar Daddy's. Pooey. Here I was wearing them because they made my bum perkier, kept me from hemming pants and made it easier navigating in crowds.
If shoes were the magic answer...
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