L. A Dondo

Behold, Fuckhead, what you have become: A FATHER. A DAD. But what's that noise? To whom do you speak at night and who's that devil telling you about that lady over who's got a hell of an rump on her? Don't forget about those boobs of hers and how they deliciously joggle as she shifts; don't forget about those beers in the fridge, how cold they are and how they'll make you tingle from your head down to your tootsies. His name...