An artist, if you’d really like to know who’s fucking your wife.

Pella Grace
An artist, if you’d really like to know who’s fucking...
An artist, if you’d really like to know who’s fucking...
An artist, if you’d really like to know who’s fucking...
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An artist, if you’d really like to know who’s fucking your wife. This is a statement made by a Canadian comedian and it can be taken a few ways. One, it could mean that the person who was sleeping with your wife had an artistic reputation. Two, the person could have been a painter or a musician. Or, three, the person could have been a man who sleeps with other men’s wives.

Source: Knock Love Out

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