i am fickle and impulsive.
tobacco and peppermint and fiona.
Cats on the bandstand, Give’em each a big hand,
Anyone who sweats like that must be all right.
No one wants to fight; no blackeye,
Just another cat beneath the stars tonight.
"Patrick, show me what's in your pouch, please. Patrick...."
babes everywhere, especially this one.
i saw an obese kid doing the soulja boy dance on the train today...he qualifies.