Not to poke fun at a person -- well, that's not exactly true, because you wouldn't be here if this was a quilting blog -- but it looks like someone needs to spend a little more time playing tennis and a lot less time shoveling chicken nuggets into his or her gaping maw. I say his or her because, let's face it, the sexual identity of whatever this is is about as elusive as fucking Bigfoot.
The legendary beast, not the truck. Dickhead.
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