Interesting
Last night I got a lap dance from a stripper.
I also spent $120 on dinner.
The stripper kept slapping herself on her hips and ass. Perhaps she was trying to show the elasticity of her baby-soft skin?
And no, I have not just decided to become a high-rolling mafia member, though if I keep up my Russian studies it may be a wise career choice. I just came into possession of an interesting night.
And to prove that life is more mundane, today I woke up at 8am listening to the Ultimate boys chant outside my window
We are the Men of Reed
We're crazy sons of Bitches
We spank our cocks
With sharpened Rocks
We're crazy sons of Bitches!
I also spent $120 on dinner.
The stripper kept slapping herself on her hips and ass. Perhaps she was trying to show the elasticity of her baby-soft skin?
And no, I have not just decided to become a high-rolling mafia member, though if I keep up my Russian studies it may be a wise career choice. I just came into possession of an interesting night.
And to prove that life is more mundane, today I woke up at 8am listening to the Ultimate boys chant outside my window
We are the Men of Reed
We're crazy sons of Bitches
We spank our cocks
With sharpened Rocks
We're crazy sons of Bitches!