About this user
Imagine you're a deer. You're prancing along. You get thirsty. You spot a little brook. You put your little deer lips down to the cool, clear water - BAM. A fuckin' bullet rips off part of your head. Your brains are lying on the ground in little bloody pieces. Now I ask ya, would you give a fuck what kind of pants the son-of-a-bitch who shot you was wearing?
Age
28
Country
United States
Occupation
East Coast Sales Assistant
Companies
TruckVault
Interests
Derby, biking, reading, music, my Peanut and our girls Boo and McGee.