Totally fixated, hanging on every word, screaming at the top of my lungs ala Billy Idol:
She looked haught, but the bitch-slap of reality reminded me: it's not closing time at the Fox in the early 70's, and beer/pinot noir (penis of the night) can polish any dog biscuit into a gem.
She looked haught, but the bitch-slap of reality reminded me: it's not closing time at the Fox in the early 70's, and beer/pinot noir (penis of the night) can polish any dog biscuit into a gem.
