Imagine how horny you’d have to be to waste your time talking with a girl dressed like a prepubescent bike-messenger prostitute in space boots. Right now he’s promising himself, “I’ll fuck a few of these just to get back on my feet. Then, after I get my confidence back up, I’m coming right back into the game.”
This guy makes me want to deep-fry my Jimi Hendrix records and play them on a turntable made out of mashed potatoes and baked beans. KOMMENTARE/VERGR÷SSERN ALLE SEHEN
