Afternoon shagathon, imo. Imagine you're all French and sophicticated, enjoying the cinq á sept, rather than wallowing in a fat chick's sweat and fungus.
Afternoon shagathon, imo. Imagine you're all French and sophicticated, enjoying the cinq á sept, rather than wallowing in a fat chick's sweat and fungus.
Urggh, no! She just started talking to me about how she lost her job recently, then finished her drink in a meaningful fashion.
I proceeded to finish mine in an equally meaningful fashion, bid her good day and left.