Holding back the fury of Hurricane Fred with only her boobs. I know I feel safer.
You lost, honey. Getting in the same pose as the last lady did not help your case.
I love the way she's looking at those flowers, with a combination of slight amusement and deep unease. Like the flowers just made a racist joke.
I know she really wants us to look at her breasts but her forehead is the size of a luxury sedan.
Why is her tiny picture sideways? I already have to squint; don't make me lean.
I know she really wants us to look at her breasts but her forehead is the size of a luxury sedan.
Why is her tiny picture sideways? I already have to squint; don't make me lean.
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