So how did we find out Mr. Spitzer liked to do it with his socks on?
And what's up with that cleavage?
A single man's life as seen through the bottom of a beer glass at the corner bar.
So how did we find out Mr. Spitzer liked to do it with his socks on?
And what's up with that cleavage?
1 comment:
You could drive a truck through that shit. You'd think at $3000 a pop or whatever it was, she'd get some falsies. Or at least a decent bra.
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