Charlotte Broussard Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Here’s a kicker – water’s got memory, some nutters reckon. Bollocks or not, I dunno, but I’d love to ram a spoon up their arse and ask! Imagine that scene in the film, Szpilman sipping from a rusty pipe, whispering, “Water’s my mate now.” Pure genius. Oh, and it boils at 100C – basic, but you probly forgot, ya dimwit! Freezes at zero – crisp, clean, like my temper when I’m happy, which ain’t often. Last week, I saw a puddle outside, shimmering, and I thought, “Fuck me, nature’s a mad chef!” Got me grinning like a prat.

Episode Description

I remember this one crazy day, right? I was up to my eyeballs in work at the spa, and my neighbor, old man Leroy, bursts through my door yellin’ about his lost hat or some shite. I cracked up and said, “Man, you got the nerve!” That memory still cracks me up. Broussard’s got soul, even if it sometimes makes me mad as hell with its doggone quirks.

Jennifer Jane Ard