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| I'm Mr. Fag. I'm looking for but not limited to, an ongoing relationship. Now what you need to know about this man is he has business acumen, loves to cook and is into rock 'n' roll blues. | |
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| Holy shit, this guys really in prison. He's a total wackjob, and he's a slippery character who might fuck a bookeeper... but hey... WTF... I'm a 'total wackjob' too. I think I love him! | |
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| I could do it nine times in one night with her. Now, if I could only get sprung and then find a deserted beach to dance naked on in the moonlight and then find a ditch to do it in! | |
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| Mr. Fag, why is your hair orange? Silly me... hair what hair? You have NO hair! | |
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| I'm looking at the ceiling, yep, that's what I'm doing... I'm ignoring her by looking at the fucking ceiling! | |
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| Mr. Fag... honey, baby, sweet-cheeks, don't you love me anymore? Why are you looking at the ceiling??? | |
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