I haven't liked the skeezy bastard since he started to make a name for himself in the '70s after he tanked his dad’s business. He's ALWAYS mashed my creep button. Sir Perve a’ Lot. How the magats don't see it so damned thick in the air as to cause asphyxiation within a 25-mile radius simply escapes my reality
I haven't liked the skeezy bastard since he started to make a name for himself in the '70s after he tanked his dad’s business. He's ALWAYS mashed my creep button. Sir Perve a’ Lot. How the magats don't see it so damned thick in the air as to cause asphyxiation within a 25-mile radius simply escapes my reality
meter. He's more potentially dangerous than was most despots in present times or in history. The sack of tangerine rancid meat is (is bet my last piaster) on par with Caligula.
I haven't liked the skeezy bastard since he started to make a name for himself in the '70s after he tanked his dad’s business. He's ALWAYS mashed my creep button. Sir Perve a’ Lot. How the magats don't see it so damned thick in the air as to cause asphyxiation within a 25-mile radius simply escapes my reality
meter. He's more potentially dangerous than was most despots in present times or in history. The sack of tangerine rancid meat is (is bet my last piaster) on par with Caligula.