Post by Azurine Vebbins on Jan 24, 2021 23:58:42 GMT -5
It’s difficult to determine why Azurine Vebbins streams herself hydrating heavily. Could the culprit be extensive, exhaustive exercise? What’s another explanation? "Da Damsel in Dat Dress" chose to sport a little black number which absorbs heat. Then again, maybe the hotel thermostat's broke and roasting rooms like Reedley raisins? Based on what can be gleaned, it’s probably a combination of all three as “Da Adorkable Angel” sappily suckles a fourth bottle of coconut water. She daintily drops her drink prior to producing polished prose on those sardonic Shorg Brothers: Chris and Ricky.
Azurine Vebbins: Ciao, Action Wrestlin’ CruiserClash chanters! My name is Azurine Vebbins and I’m a romance-recoverin’, recently-rejuvenated redhead. Please forgive my glasses foggin' up. I just turned a temptin', tall glass of water into Bunsen-burnin’, sultry steam. Dis intimate information probably has you ponderin’ tabloid topics, I notion? Who swung my passion pendulum in a different, deviatin’ direction? Who’s brash enough to bump and grind “Da Hardheaded Housewife”s” gearbox toward deyr lane of traffic? Does “Da Adorkable Angel” really need a change of sensational scenery? Answerin’ in reverse order: Yes, my dance partner in Pineapple Promenade, and my gorgeous girlfriend Nidrah. Pell granted, as wid any datin’ duo who pairs professional pursuits and pleasure positivity, we’re still workin’ out kinetic kinks. She’s huggin’ my hips tighter when suplexin’. I’m makin’ sure to massage all her muscles after sparrin’ sessions. Of course, when my “Big Swoon” starts suplexin’ Chris and Ricky Shorg...deyr’s a sizable probability she’s crackin’ deyr ribs like crab claws.
Speakin’ of da Shrug Bro-ders, I hy-pod-e-size neider can shoulder da pressure from bein’ pummeled again. It eats deyr erratic egos knowin’ Nidrah jacked Chris’ jawbone wid a crushin’ Codebreaker. Plus, when she pinned him on Christmas Eve...no mistletoe could be found danglin’ above.
Similar in spirit to Monday’s memoriam, you left Bowlin’ Green’s E.A. Diddle Arena overwhelmed and obliterated. Nidrah and I, meanwhile, possessed da polar opposite reaction: genuine joygasm. Pineapple Promenade dazzled in our debut despite runnin’ on rudimentary rhy-dims. After dat dance, dough, we waltzed in a haughty headspace durin’ our gala wid Two Gents. Pine Prom den received a second slice of humble pie when we didn’t quite, ahem, “measure up” against Tread, Light, and Excused. Some-din’ just wasn’t click-clackin’ akin to Ricky’s clavicle at CruiserClash. Oh, I still believe Nidrah’s applyin’ her patented Nidrah-mission. Havin’ one twin torn in two covers da Sad Sap Smorgasbord Spread. She’d hold victories in crucial yet contrastin’ categories. Moreover, our partnership produces mutual satisfaction.
Prior to properly preparin’ for dis tag-team tango, my lovely lady and I were facin’ ferocious forces. Straight up as a Paula Abdul song, we struggled synchronizin’. Den one night after bondin’ better dan a chemical compound, we amplified our amorous acumen. Dat decision removed our only stumblin’ block. Nidrah and I could now focus on da ballet we’re booked for. Dat’s da difference between now and December 24 last year, Snore Boys...you’re experience torrential trepidation from our tropical tsunami.
Azurine Vebbins: Ciao, Action Wrestlin’ CruiserClash chanters! My name is Azurine Vebbins and I’m a romance-recoverin’, recently-rejuvenated redhead. Please forgive my glasses foggin' up. I just turned a temptin', tall glass of water into Bunsen-burnin’, sultry steam. Dis intimate information probably has you ponderin’ tabloid topics, I notion? Who swung my passion pendulum in a different, deviatin’ direction? Who’s brash enough to bump and grind “Da Hardheaded Housewife”s” gearbox toward deyr lane of traffic? Does “Da Adorkable Angel” really need a change of sensational scenery? Answerin’ in reverse order: Yes, my dance partner in Pineapple Promenade, and my gorgeous girlfriend Nidrah. Pell granted, as wid any datin’ duo who pairs professional pursuits and pleasure positivity, we’re still workin’ out kinetic kinks. She’s huggin’ my hips tighter when suplexin’. I’m makin’ sure to massage all her muscles after sparrin’ sessions. Of course, when my “Big Swoon” starts suplexin’ Chris and Ricky Shorg...deyr’s a sizable probability she’s crackin’ deyr ribs like crab claws.
Speakin’ of da Shrug Bro-ders, I hy-pod-e-size neider can shoulder da pressure from bein’ pummeled again. It eats deyr erratic egos knowin’ Nidrah jacked Chris’ jawbone wid a crushin’ Codebreaker. Plus, when she pinned him on Christmas Eve...no mistletoe could be found danglin’ above.
Similar in spirit to Monday’s memoriam, you left Bowlin’ Green’s E.A. Diddle Arena overwhelmed and obliterated. Nidrah and I, meanwhile, possessed da polar opposite reaction: genuine joygasm. Pineapple Promenade dazzled in our debut despite runnin’ on rudimentary rhy-dims. After dat dance, dough, we waltzed in a haughty headspace durin’ our gala wid Two Gents. Pine Prom den received a second slice of humble pie when we didn’t quite, ahem, “measure up” against Tread, Light, and Excused. Some-din’ just wasn’t click-clackin’ akin to Ricky’s clavicle at CruiserClash. Oh, I still believe Nidrah’s applyin’ her patented Nidrah-mission. Havin’ one twin torn in two covers da Sad Sap Smorgasbord Spread. She’d hold victories in crucial yet contrastin’ categories. Moreover, our partnership produces mutual satisfaction.
Prior to properly preparin’ for dis tag-team tango, my lovely lady and I were facin’ ferocious forces. Straight up as a Paula Abdul song, we struggled synchronizin’. Den one night after bondin’ better dan a chemical compound, we amplified our amorous acumen. Dat decision removed our only stumblin’ block. Nidrah and I could now focus on da ballet we’re booked for. Dat’s da difference between now and December 24 last year, Snore Boys...you’re experience torrential trepidation from our tropical tsunami.