Imagine selling furniture to them, three generations after closing cause they have no sense of time, smell of curry, endless haggling... 'no, you talk tyron, I know him and his wife have them crazy swinger parties, you tell Rob to suck my dick '
Imagine selling furniture to them, three generations after closing cause they have no sense of time, smell of curry, endless haggling... 'no, you talk tyron, I know him and his wife have them crazy swinger parties, you tell Rob to suck my dick '
Sounds like one of the levels of hell.
Sounds like one of the levels of hell.
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