The Sexicutor, maybe?

I’m sure the blonde on the left is his mom, and not the first time.

My first car didn’t have a blower in the air conditioning system. It worked off of convection. The first winter I drove it, I’d roll down the window and stick my head out into the weather.

All the damn time as a kid. So no one can say I didn’t try.

How can you tell they’re Mormon?

If we’re going to shame anything, shame the food. And the sleazy patrons holding it up.

Are you counting people who have never or that currently don’t?

And what about second femdom?

In the three places I worked with lift equipment, one had no training, one had a week long course, and one relied on “previous experience” until they could squeeze you in to the one day class they periodically held for the revolving door of workers.

That’s about what, 180 kilos?

What if I just want to feel pretty?

I tried to look them up, but got “vanities” and underwear drawer organizers.

The first tool.

A tale as old as time.

I thief is caught and returns the money he and his accomplice stole. He reads a book to shorten his prison sentence. When he gets out of jail, he finds work as a cheap technician as guys new employer doesn’t bother with background checks to save money. His old accomplice encounters him. With his new training and uniform, they can more easily steal and get away with it.