So I had my dick out, which was the style at the time. “Dicks out for Harambe,” you’d say. Now, where were we? Oh yeah, I had my dick out, which was the style at the time. They didn’t have any zippers then, because of the tariffs. The only thing you could get were those shitty button fly pants.
So I had my dick out, which was the style at the time. “Dicks out for Harambe,” you’d say. Now, where were we? Oh yeah, I had my dick out, which was the style at the time. They didn’t have any zippers then, because of the tariffs. The only thing you could get were those shitty button fly pants.