…I knew she was bad news, but then, in a city like this, where beans can drive and remorse rhymes with slather, what was I to do but be her dick and solve the concupiscent quandry with a lavish basting of the feathers. I spoke to the hand with a DP and fisted my way toward an office with a mini bar….
…I knew she was bad news, but then, in a city like this, where beans can drive and remorse rhymes with slather, what was I to do but be her dick and solve the concupiscent quandry with a lavish basting of the feathers. I spoke to the hand with a DP and fisted my way toward an office with a mini bar….
Daryl must be grading papers again.
or auditioning for guest mentor.
He’s probably have a lot of luck with that robot.