Well, namesake, it muthahumpin was last night and I got jolly wet. I also peeled a used jonnie out of my sock after cycling through a fucking river by Hyde Park.
Which is not quite true, but I'd like to moan about being wet nonetheless. Fucking anything than talk about a fucking chef any longer.
Well, namesake, it muthahumpin was last night and I got jolly wet. I also peeled a used jonnie out of my sock after cycling through a fucking river by Hyde Park.
Which is not quite true, but I'd like to moan about being wet nonetheless. Fucking anything than talk about a fucking chef any longer.