The farmer stifles his chuckle and tells him, "okay
. " A little later the farmer watches the slicker walking to his car with a bucket of butter.
. We haven’t spoken many words in the past thirty minutes, but actions have talked plenty. My mind races as I look at you, what have I done, tears running down your cheeks I battle my thoughts between stopping, pulling out and apologizing to you for taking your honor or forgetting your reverence and fucking the shit out of you
The farmer stifles his chuckle and tells him, "okay
. " A little later the farmer watches the slicker walking to his car with a bucket of butter.
. We haven’t spoken many words in the past thirty minutes, but actions have talked plenty. My mind races as I look at you, what have I done, tears running down your cheeks I battle my thoughts between stopping, pulling out and apologizing to you for taking your honor or forgetting your reverence and fucking the shit out of you
The farmer stifles his chuckle and tells him, "okay
. " A little later the farmer watches the slicker walking to his car with a bucket of butter.
. We haven’t spoken many words in the past thirty minutes, but actions have talked plenty. My mind races as I look at you, what have I done, tears running down your cheeks I battle my thoughts between stopping, pulling out and apologizing to you for taking your honor or forgetting your reverence and fucking the shit out of you
