Yesterday, I knew for a fact that if we went out for steaks and boobs, and managed to charm a stripper or two with our talent for making little houses out of dollar bills, Mr. Smith would finally get the call offering him the dream job.
And so he did. So he did. I like it when the strippers and I can work together on these things. It was a good day.
And so he did. So he did. I like it when the strippers and I can work together on these things. It was a good day.
I had one almost 4 stories tall (mostly because she was hot* and dancing to Rammstein) at a club in vegas before she ruined it.
*even for a vegas stripper