Ah ha ha ha ha. Look at his fucking tattoos. A belly button tribal sun (which is essentially saying, “Pay attention to my stomach”) and a motherfucking grandfather clock?! What are we, in Turkey?Comments/Enlarge |
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I want to have a bite of that juicy little package while we sit in bed and read the obituaries together.Comments/Enlarge |
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It’s great to crash at Aunt Cecilia and Uncle Filberto’s when you’re in Mexico City because they totally don’t care what time you get back at night or who you bring home—just so long as you take your shoes off before going into the living room.Comments/Enlarge |
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