The really funny thing is, that the name Bubbles brought back a memory of yet another nickname. My cruel sisters used to call me Bubbles growing up cuz I had a bubble butt. They were just jealous because their butts were - and still are (just bigger) flatter than pancakes. I used to call them Pancake Butts. Sisterly love... ain't it great?
Friday, August 16
Here's something else the very cool Colin made for me and posted on his server... this is for my answer #2 on yesterday's Three for Thursday.
The really funny thing is, that the name Bubbles brought back a memory of yet another nickname. My cruel sisters used to call me Bubbles growing up cuz I had a bubble butt. They were just jealous because their butts were - and still are (just bigger) flatter than pancakes. I used to call them Pancake Butts. Sisterly love... ain't it great?
The really funny thing is, that the name Bubbles brought back a memory of yet another nickname. My cruel sisters used to call me Bubbles growing up cuz I had a bubble butt. They were just jealous because their butts were - and still are (just bigger) flatter than pancakes. I used to call them Pancake Butts. Sisterly love... ain't it great?
