Gerard, if a porta-shitter isn’t available, dark alley is the next preferable location – not the middle of a well-trafficked street.
If that’s not the quintessential picture of a man about to make a POV sex tape on his phone, I don’t know what is…
“Como se dice…bathroom?”
Gearard is totally staring at her tits. I can’t blame him, she’s stacked.
“Eyes up here, Leonidas.”
I’ll bet Gerry’s coke bloat is especially attractive when he leans over you and lets gravity droop it at you.
Yes, you can even wish for acting ability.
I’m drinking Valtrex, and one day I’m gonna be big and strong!
“Ah… You said i should do what down there?”
“Yeah wanna climb down there and take off your panties. INormally id take them off for you right here, but there’s one of those carabini police of theirs back there.”
“Well I’m no Jon Hamm, but I am no slouch either.”
“I get harder than mere concrete, luv. By the time I’m done wit ya, you won’t be talking Italian for a week.”
There’s always Edmund Kemper in the background, saying it all with the severed head he’s holding behind him.
“I rent this fountain to you for two hundred American dollars for a week. But you must also pay cleaning deposit.”
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