Lydia Slinger Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Houston

Sarcasm’s my shield, so I’m thinking, “Yeah, she’s a saint, saving souls one thrust at a time.” Hilarious, ‘cause it’s bullshit. She’s just surviving. Me? I’d carve her a cane, say, “Lean on this, princess.” She’d roll her eyes—fair. Whores don’t need pity, just cash. “You kill Nazis?” I’d ask, quoting Aldo Raine. She’d laugh, “Only the ones who don’t pay.” Fair enough, lady. Fair eoughn.

Stepping Into the World of Dance

Scrabble-like word game in which you’ll have to place a number of terms on the board to reach the next level. Try to create multiple words at once by completing those already present on the .

Oh, man, sometimes I get mad. Traffic on Junction Rd. is absurd. Ugh, crazy honks every day. But hey, it’s part of the vibe, ya dig? I even fix my own back stress with self-massage sometimes. Irony, right?

Boys basketball: Slinger, WB West win regional semifinal games