Is that an unsecured glass ashtray next to her in the car? Goddamn, at least get a proper one with a lid you fucking ratchet, they cost like 30 bucks (or 5 if you can forgo the Bentley logo).
Is that an unsecured glass ashtray next to her in the car? Goddamn, at least get a proper one with a lid you fucking ratchet, they cost like 30 bucks (or 5 if you can forgo the Bentley logo).
There’s also the fun part of dialling in your medication to find the balance between being an overclocked sex machine and a walking wet noodle!
Yup. This wasn’t a warning about the economy, it was an ultimatum.