1. My beat down low
2. My top let back
3. Pictures of mic-wielders.
Dear Mr. Mannion, while I appreciate your efforts to convince me to let you take me out for a nice steak dinner by giving me the photographic eye candy below, I must regretfully inform you that I only sleep with musicians with chemical dependency issues. Just ask Trevor Traynor; you guys can commiserate.
Keep doin it real big, though! I approve of your work!
Love,
Logan








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