12369 | mirror ball |

This sandwich is taking for-fucking-ever, and this chick with an afropuff won't stop coughing, that selfish cunt. Where the fuck is my sandwich. Dear Mr. Fantasy in my ear. No, now it is Riviera Paradise. Stop coughing, bitch. I said no peppers or onions. Hung a mirror ball in a Brazilian steak house. There better not be any peppers or onions. Pork ribs and tequila last night and this morning the most massive death-milkshake shit.