Everytime I see one of those plastically busty, noodle-shaped anorexic tramps with ashy skins, whose only feat is to show how large are their poonamies are, I can't help but feeling bilious about it.
I don't get the appeal than some of you brothers feels toward these low-end Lady MacBeths wannabes.
Better be squashed to death like a Futurama character by the 150-inches wide celestial body sized rear cheeks of these 900-pounds women y'all spite so much to see me publishing, than being in the same room than these... people.
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