What a tease. This place has all the toys you’d need to spice things up in the slaughterhouse (maybe the best word this blahg has ever used in reference to a place one might find themselves laying pipe, though it probably works better as a nickname for some sorority house where box get’s slaughtered day and night. Whatevs) but also flaunts the terrible, terrible consequence of said slaughtering- babies.
Infant + Rubbadonga = Awkward
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