For pleasure. Why does a black guy go to a brothel He's looking for his mother.
They both look good hanging from trees
I can see my shelf"
With a Hodor
You cant count them when its dark
Their criminal record.
God: *sigh* Fine. Mouths. But they'll talk. A lot.
The back of her head.
A white guy.
Coach.
She couldn't figure out who the other mother was.
When you see your mother-in-law backing off a cliff in your brand new car.