They are soft...
They are pure art...
I want them in me, erm... I want me in them...
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And if you look, you look through me. And if you talk, it's not to me. And when I touch you, you don't feel a thing.
About Me
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My previous ramblings
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October
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- #60 A brutal murder!
- #59 P. bear (and an ETA)
- #58 Yahoo! Mail and last night
- #57 Annoyance
- #56 :D
- #55 :(
- #54 awww
- #53 ZUNE...
- #52 I am full of shit sometimes...
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- FUCK IT ALL!!!
- How much can one take? How many fronts can one fig...
- The vote is off.I overrated myself.I don't deserve...
- #47 Cameltoe?
- #46
- #45 Tests are so much fun!!!
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This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 2.5 Bulgaria License.
2 comments:
Those are really amusing in a disgusting way. Or really disgusting in an amusing way.
My good friend here says she would rather want boob-slippers, the size of Jill Bennett's breasts.
How come I can't imagine boob-shaped slippers? Now I am afraid to google that person, because what breasts would fit my feet? Scary...
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