A few random thoughts in the life of a Houston Hasher.
I told you that spray painting them red would not work!Now go buy me the Manolo Blahnik's
i told you it was ME at the ball. NOW, go out and buy me a castle
sorry, timmy--red boots, dresses, hashing, just not my thingi need one of those rude, crude, snobbish kinda guys--someone who is not afraid to dip skoal and kick my ass around the golf course every once in a while.
That's the last time you'll leave the toilet seat up!Now after your done with my feet you can move to my ass!
I know you're sorry, now take off my damn tights!
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