I've become quite fond of this sweet snapshot from a gentler time and place, where a buxom young ingenue was actively encouraged to wield a savage, high-caliber deathblaster whenever answering her door at 3:00 AM robed in nothing but a flowing satin nightgown and the sweet curves her Maker bestowed upon her.
Fire away, love.
With Many Blessings,
Denny DelVecchio
(Thanks to The Copyranter for introducing me to this gun-toting hussy.)
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2 comments:
That's hot.
Not me initial take, but you may have something there, sonny boy.
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