Gents (and I use that term loosely), if you rock up to a brothel so drunk you can barely keep your eyes open, with puke on your shirt, the ladies will judge your sorry ass.
You have been warned.
Showing posts with label I'm not so secretly judging you. Show all posts
Showing posts with label I'm not so secretly judging you. Show all posts
Sunday, April 25, 2010
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