Bottle 'Bag
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Nothing quite says gender confusion like awkwardly fellating a 40 while being embraced by two balls of nightclub hotness. Look A-Rod, if you want to bat for the home team there are many clubs in West Hollywood looking to honorably discharge your firearm. No need to bottle substitute like a hungry two year old.
Someone needs to get Rasta Dude in the background to liberate Liberace from his terrifying conundrum. Send him home to marinate on the porch with his homies. No breastes for you.
I would perform extreme feats of gymnastics for angry Russian judges if it meant I could sniff the velveteen backside of cheekboney hotness until passing out from hyperventilation. Her shoulder is award winning suckle worthy fleshy spongecake goodness. I would partake. Yes I would.
