Hot chick, and I mean really hot.
Surprising she'd hang out with some loser sporting a cards lid, though.
Where the fuck did you pick that up?
The Trouble I Could Get Into...
Moderator: Jesus H Christ
Re: The Trouble I Could Get Into...



Van wrote:It's like rimming an unbathed fat chick from Missouri. It's highly distinctive, miserably unforgettable and completely wrong.
Sam the Old Limey's still in London with her Mum, would you mind dragging my ass along for a road trip.
I am not aversed to a drunkened hotty that can hold three beers and a fetus under her shirt.
However, I have to agree with the Card's cap assesment, chicks dig 'Stros hat's, even if they finished last in the Comedy Central, that Star just looks better than a bird taking a dump on a Louisville Slugger.
Just sayin'.
And I know you've got my number.
I am not aversed to a drunkened hotty that can hold three beers and a fetus under her shirt.
However, I have to agree with the Card's cap assesment, chicks dig 'Stros hat's, even if they finished last in the Comedy Central, that Star just looks better than a bird taking a dump on a Louisville Slugger.
Just sayin'.
And I know you've got my number.