Red Mosquito

eggs, dregs, and legs.

let’s fucking go.

You strike me as someone who'd be far too upbeat the morning after a night on the tiles.

I understand it, but I don't want it.

Ello Sailor wrote:You strike me as someone who'd be far too upbeat the morning after a night on the tiles.

you’d better believe it, bub. I’ll even let you sit on my shoulders on the way to brunch.