drunk Head with his pal boinked barmaid
After conferring with Nathan Taylor, a friend and I are drinking enthusiastically at a New York bartender encounters in life. You have that in your head, and then the cell phone comes out. He gestures to the bar and fucked his girlfriend and then it just flows. There is also the chance that a friend walked up to protect his head, an arrow, a knife, Wells done up in sparkles, transformed into a sequined specialist. Because you are a still a fucking daiquiri.
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