On Tuesday, September 11, 2001, I had Just woke up to feed my cats. My boyfriend and I had been lying there spooning for a good two hours. I had gotten up to make us some western omelettes and biscuits. He came running into the kitchen, then in my arse, and told me to scurry into the living room to see the new. I was completely shock. I fell into his arms in tears. We did it right there on the couch and the eggs burnt.
lmfao!!! Was this edited by someone??!
