Nervous Breakdown
Dictae of a New York City-ensconced worried gay.
10.25.2005
Arms off the beads, whore.
Um, yeah, Wilma? Um, the gays
don't like
when you fuck with excuses for them to dress in drag and throw wet sparkly shit at each other. Just sayin'...
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