Wait . . . Amanda . . . .
I'm pretty scared of her.
Yeah... write that down.
Wait . . . Amanda . . . .
I'm pretty scared of her.
Can I wear my birthday suit? I got that in the 80's.
Wait . . . Amanda . . . .
I'm pretty scared of her.
Imma wear some genital warts I got in the 80s, so why not?
She'll peck your ass to death with her big fucking Jew nose. Watch yo shit.
Or smother me with her incredibly large breasts. But she said that I could touch them because I technically paid for them since she earned the money while she was in Iraq.
Or smother me with her incredibly large breasts. But she said that I could touch them because I technically paid for them since she earned the money while she was in Iraq.
She has a two-pronged attack. Actually, she might bore you with rhetoric as a sort of diversionary tactic. It's endearing.
Or smother me with her incredibly large breasts. But she said that I could touch them because I technically paid for them since she earned the money while she was in Iraq.
I know Amanda. She's my twin duh.
You know except that I'm shorter, with dark hair, and there is about a 50 lb weight difference at least.
But we both have Jettas in the same color.
TWINS
she has bigger boobs and you still weigh 50 lbs more than her?
Eh I'm not sure about the boobs. I think she does. I am not a thin girl. This is not news.
Then no, we're the same size.
While all of this bewb talk definately makes me wanna Crush Groove my way on out in some O-Ring bracelets and 3 kinds of Hair Gel wearing me some Wayfarers and deck shoes with no socks and my jeans tight rolled, I don't know if I will be able to make it, but I'll try.
Looks like I'm doing the Rays game tomorrow night with two of my Docs, so we'll see.
please come, kthnx