My only task in life is to take compromising pictures at a bachelorette party. My invitation to Italy will not be annulled, since those naked misters we'll be our little secret.
Don't hate the game, master it:
The level in life = more food than drinks at a party:
The happiest funeral:
Telegraaf Fashion Week:
SURPRISE!
Liquid lunch and liquid dinner:
The movie star and her assistants:
Vogue "Get ready with me":
That's one hot piece of ass:
She needs no support,
she needs no approval.
She's born to slay:
She will get a new favourite colour,
when a darker black will be invented:
Today we have questionable morals:
You're damn sexy,
keep that shit up:
The only currency that pays:
We have mixed drinks for feelings:
The circle of vadž:
"Lift me up, lift me down":
No stripper, just Tchaikovsky:
Never trashy, always classy:
And just like that we became Beyonce:
Forget Eesti Laul, forget about Laulukarusell.
This is where stars are born:
Mic drop:
The plumbing squad:
The gracious madame:
Rest in pasta & pizza (in Italy):
The game is on: