G is for Gross

Malcolm hired me to replace Norman. But Norman had one day left when I started, and he was supposed to show me the ropes. He motored in on a four-wheeler at eight-thirty. Talk about duded up. Fake alligator shit kickers with chrome toe guards and skin-tight Levi’s hugging a barely-there ass. The pearly snaps of […]
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Published on April 08, 2017 04:00
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