In middle school, I had a crush on a kid named BJ. When you write Heather loves BJ on your notebooks, you make a lot of friends.

About delete my Facebook account, I hope Stacey and Heather from the 3rd grade can handle the rejection.

Nazis would love heather bresch Because she is killing off the genetically impure

John woke up one morning immensely aroused... ...so he turned over to his wife's side of the bed. His wife, Heather, had already awakened though and was downstairs preparing breakfast in the kitchen. Afraid that he might spoil things by getting up, John texted: The Tent Pole Is Up The Canvas Is Spread The Hell With Breakfast Come Back To Bed! Heather, grinning, answered: Take The Tent Pole Down Put The Canvas Away The Monkey Had A Hemorrhage No Circus Today! John read it and quickly replied: The…