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Supercard Archives / Re: AZURINE VEBBINS v KEIRA FISHER-JOHNSON
« on: July 16, 2021, 11:58:11 PM »
Our featured promotional material opens with “Da Hardheaded Housewife” Azurine Vebbins retrieving her favorite spoon and a fresh pint of Vanilla Bean-flavored Halo Top Ice Cream. “Da Damsel in Dat Dress” drapes herself demurely in a pale-colored halo and a Team Hero nightshirt. Considering she’s lounging in little else, Ms. Vebbins must’ve celebrated National Nude Day for an extra 24 hours with her lovely lady: Corrie Layton. Such a sensual situation would provide an excellent explanation for why Azurine’s halo wasn’t pristinely polished.
Azurine Vebbins: I must be on blessed behavior. On Sunday night at Summer XXXTreme IX, “Da Hardheaded Housewife’s” gettin’ lead across da dance floor by “Wonder Wifey” Keira Fisher-Johnson. After two years plus copious change, we’re finally booked for one fierce yet friendly flamenco. As discussed on Episode 76 of “Da E-Fed Podcast,” I placed Missus Fisher-Johnson as my Number One Dream Dance out of respect for how much she puts over/dotes on her wife Roxi. A natural notion I nurtured was how submissively devoted we are to our respective supportive spouses.
Dose anglin’ animosity might argue “Azurine’s an ink smudge smidge jealous da Johnsons are a nice nuclear family while she’s romantically radioactive.” Has dat caustic conversation commencer swam in my subconscious? B-flat honest, I’d say once or twice when intimacy was infuriatin’-ly incremental to da blood pressure point of irrelevant inactiveness. Even when I became drastically despondent, blesties like Keira and Roxi comforted me wid compassion, concern, and da knowledge I’d secure someone special soon. Similar to da cherished contest takin’ place on a classy cruise two nights from now, I’m equally proud to perform for an attentive, attractive audience. Believe I’ve located da lucky lady who has me “Heels Over Head” personally as I am regardin’ dis rumba wid Keira.
We live to-ged-er in New Orleans, even dough “Da Adorkable Angel” still bills herself from Los Angeles. Her name’s Corrie. She and I met at her sister’s nightclub when I performed pretty provocative pole fitness. It might sound saccharine, but Corrie’s da second scoop of my ice cream sundae. My current cohabitant is also a champion-caliber challenge when it comes to Cuddle Cardio. Swear if she wasn’t workin’ a late shift, I’d hear her blurt out wid blushin’ bluster: “Behave.” Deyrfore, I'll definitely drop a royalty check off to Roxi when my helicopter lands. "Da Damsel in Dat Dress" does have a flair for da dramatic from time to time, y'know?
Do I expect Keira to "shush my tush" on internationally-syndicated streamin' broadcast? Yes, if da opportunity presents itself like I miss a shoulder tackle, drop down on bode knees, and da crowd chants her on. In two nights...if we only have one burlesque here in SCW...I want it brash, bold, and bawdy. I won't step on her twirlin' toes, eider. I may, however, drop her on da dance floor if we cha-cha cheek-to-cheek and she plummets from a Pearly Gatekeeper.
Azurine Vebbins: I must be on blessed behavior. On Sunday night at Summer XXXTreme IX, “Da Hardheaded Housewife’s” gettin’ lead across da dance floor by “Wonder Wifey” Keira Fisher-Johnson. After two years plus copious change, we’re finally booked for one fierce yet friendly flamenco. As discussed on Episode 76 of “Da E-Fed Podcast,” I placed Missus Fisher-Johnson as my Number One Dream Dance out of respect for how much she puts over/dotes on her wife Roxi. A natural notion I nurtured was how submissively devoted we are to our respective supportive spouses.
Dose anglin’ animosity might argue “Azurine’s an ink smudge smidge jealous da Johnsons are a nice nuclear family while she’s romantically radioactive.” Has dat caustic conversation commencer swam in my subconscious? B-flat honest, I’d say once or twice when intimacy was infuriatin’-ly incremental to da blood pressure point of irrelevant inactiveness. Even when I became drastically despondent, blesties like Keira and Roxi comforted me wid compassion, concern, and da knowledge I’d secure someone special soon. Similar to da cherished contest takin’ place on a classy cruise two nights from now, I’m equally proud to perform for an attentive, attractive audience. Believe I’ve located da lucky lady who has me “Heels Over Head” personally as I am regardin’ dis rumba wid Keira.
We live to-ged-er in New Orleans, even dough “Da Adorkable Angel” still bills herself from Los Angeles. Her name’s Corrie. She and I met at her sister’s nightclub when I performed pretty provocative pole fitness. It might sound saccharine, but Corrie’s da second scoop of my ice cream sundae. My current cohabitant is also a champion-caliber challenge when it comes to Cuddle Cardio. Swear if she wasn’t workin’ a late shift, I’d hear her blurt out wid blushin’ bluster: “Behave.” Deyrfore, I'll definitely drop a royalty check off to Roxi when my helicopter lands. "Da Damsel in Dat Dress" does have a flair for da dramatic from time to time, y'know?
Do I expect Keira to "shush my tush" on internationally-syndicated streamin' broadcast? Yes, if da opportunity presents itself like I miss a shoulder tackle, drop down on bode knees, and da crowd chants her on. In two nights...if we only have one burlesque here in SCW...I want it brash, bold, and bawdy. I won't step on her twirlin' toes, eider. I may, however, drop her on da dance floor if we cha-cha cheek-to-cheek and she plummets from a Pearly Gatekeeper.
