The first minute is a waste of your time. I’d sure like to know what the guy in the white shirt said at the end.
I’ve done that after a heavy night of jalapeno laced tacos and beaucoup tequila shooters washed down with steins of Shiner beer.
The smell made birds fall from the sky for miles around.
The shit burned through a heavy pair of Carhartt work pants in a micro second.
But on the happy side my hemorrhoids dropped off.
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