yo, that's wack if i'm not the baddest


profile * old * mail * fucking sign it* or how about a nice note? you go forward / i'll go backwards


i guess it was because there wasnt anywhere to go except down on you, you nearly broke my skull with the power of your thighs. i let you pick the soundtrack but i picked the script. the discussion had considered and gilded the insecurity of heat lamps and water. bethany "columbia": i love you!
d-land