Or just Tommy Ponte. Let me say this though. He walked away from that conversation with his head held high and hands in the air, applauding because he knew he may never hear words like that again.
P.S. You wanna clear a room out? Walk into it with one hand on a beer and the other scratching your balls.
Monday, July 19, 2010
This Is What Happens When I Read Blog Posts Out Loud. Bitches Flock!
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