Is it weird that my co-worker just asked what I wanted for lunch and I blurted out, "An old man sandwich". I think she thought I was joking. I saw this photo and immediately had thoughts of greasing up my body and shimmying in between these two. Somehow, Walken has a gun in his pocket aimed at my ovaries. Bourdain pokes my ass with a dinner fork, we all take a shot of tequila-whiskey, then Walken puts out his cigarette on my tit. This whole fantasy is very hot. Don't judge me, people. I'm starving.
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