Tuesday, July 28, 2015

For You, My Love

Recently in this blog, I called my husband a big, farty baby. Or that he sleeps like a big, farty baby. Whichever. Why did I do that? Because I can get away with it. He doesn't read my blog, he told me so. Says it's too "girly". I have made this blog entry especially for you, my love.




A huge explosion




War movie footage



A fancy car






Cowboys and Indians




Fighter Jets







Boobs




And because I know you really, really like them, boobs


Love you, Dany.