The Commodores and booty go well together.
Though, PattyTvash is gonna demand some last gasps of the Allman Brothers (post-Duane), the poor addled dried-out sot.
But, all night, you'll be rolling and writhing naked in the snow so, be sure to fence off the shit depository beforehand or you'll be spreading it on your face like war paint.
you'll need to see to it that he straddles from the top of the toilet partitions to ensure enough distance between the toilet seat and the global lobes of pursing cellulite.
I was raised in a hunting family and continue to hunt, occasionally, when I need to replenish my freezer with elk meat.
In my opinion, there is no defense for not identifying the animal, positively, that a hunter intends to kill.