Originally Posted By: gia jordan
I hate warm weather. People dress like shit, they speak louder, move slower, and they STANK.


Screw you. Eyeballing scantily clad bims gets me through the day while driving around Brooklyn working.

I'll never forget, back in my youth, model type Russian broads coming off the beach onto Brighton Beach Ave in sarongs and bikini tops, making it about a block down the street and realizing every delivery guy and pedestrian was staring at em. Then they would scramble to put their tops on.
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Thinking of cracked-out and/or tweaking whores getting their throats and asses brutalized for the next hit makes me hard. --Rear Admiral