my side hurtz. I need a fake tan, popped colla, and some spikey hair. is this what being metrosexual is about now? I thought it was face lotions and under eye creams and shit. But not this.
heading up to the bier garden to find my own orange douchebag.
proof that four on the floor not only rots your soul, but makes you spikey haired and orange. When you see me in the club, shorty you don't know.
my side hurtz. I need a fake tan, popped colla, and some spikey hair. is this what being metrosexual is about now? I thought it was face lotions and under eye creams and shit. But not this.
ReplyDeleteheading up to the bier garden to find my own orange douchebag.
ReplyDeleteproof that four on the floor not only rots your soul, but makes you spikey haired and orange. When you see me in the club, shorty you don't know.
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