Well…there I was, lying in bed, reading my favourite pulp – True Romances of course – when fuck me stupid with a feather, if a burning plane never came through the window. So – no more passionate embraces for ME, St Peter! Reply
Well…there I was, lying in bed, reading my favourite pulp – True Romances of course – when fuck me stupid with a feather, if a burning plane never came through the window. So – no more passionate embraces for ME, St Peter!