I could mud stomp the living fuck out of jerseyart anytime the whim occured to me.
I could fuck up tanka so bad he wouldn't even have any tears to shed for the John Wayne poster over his bed.
And whoever that was in wingtips on Heathers floor that night, I could whip that ass too. No fucking doubt about that.
I could fuck up tanka so bad he wouldn't even have any tears to shed for the John Wayne poster over his bed.
And whoever that was in wingtips on Heathers floor that night, I could whip that ass too. No fucking doubt about that.