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MY WORST THING

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‘My worst thing is a flowery gypsy skirt I’ve never worn’
My worst thing is cravings
my worst thing is when the chick said wtf is the problem with you. i straight up said what are you talkingg about. then we had sex. the she broke up with me
my worst thing is when i threw my mic at the wall and it broke piece a shiiii then i dented my t.v. by throwing by controller at it
Oh weird, my worst thing is wisdom tooth related too
My worst thing is rice.
My worst thing is people going around and asking the price of everything while the tag dangles in front of them
My worst thing is the “AAANNNNG AAAANNNGG AAANNNGG!!!!!!!!” sound of an electronic alarm clock going off. for Boner.
My worst thing is my ears.
Now my worst thing is the foggy-headedness.
My worst thing is my hair… it’s like a weird curly wavy bushy mess and I used to just paste it to my head to get it under control.
My worst thing is anything that involves cleaning toilets or bathtubs.
Probably my worst thing is intrusive thinking.
Funny that my worst thing is fractions
My worst thing is I can’t stay away from caramel. I will keep it up until I bend a wire or break a bracket and then I will go back to being humble.
My worst thing is menus describing non-meat dishes as a “vegetarian option”. What nonsense.
My fave thing in the world is laughter!!!
My worst thing is fear and the red covering I have over my shiny blue light.
My worst thing is the dry mouth and bleachy/mouthwashy type taste
My worst thing is the dizzyness!!!!! I hate it.
Absolutely my worst thing is drugs and learning about stds.
my worst thing is my parents think its just in my head, …
My worst thing is charlie horses in my calves in the middle of the night.
my best thing is my smile and my worst thing is my naughtiness(lol).
My worst thing is that I’m alone,. I’m not wanted, nobody interests themselves in me… nobody cares. Role and Self.
My worst thing is I beat myself up after a situation where I didn’t speak to anyone or was really shy.
my worst thing is my think
What the heck did you buy so many quail eggs for. My worst thing is coming away with a random single bird that looked unloved LOL
And my worst thing is champagne.
Though actually, my worst thing is when people ask me why I don’t do girly sexy costumes all the time.
My worst thing is that (I am poor student.)-“I hope to fly freely like fish.”
I’ve just started competitive trampolining and my worst thing is chickening out!
My worst thing is, well, I can’t stop playing with my pussy.
But my worst thing is the hair twirling, i wrap my hair tightly round my fingers and then start chewing it – gross i know, then wonder why ive always got a headache and my hairs splitting…. crazy, i contemplate having my hair cut short, but now its even started to develope a ringlet effect with the amount of twisting and turning i put it through- gives a whole new meaning to a ‘home perm’.
My worst thing is the way boys whack their willies in your back in the morning as a wake up call. It’s not as if we have an erogenous zone in the small of our backs, you know.

swirl my heart to song

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Just like a hurricane, Just like a hurricane,
the way you broke my heart and now
I’m left with the pain. After the hurricane.
Ooh Ooh Ooh Ooh Ooh Ooh Ooh Ooh Ooh
Ooh Ooh Ooh Ooh Ooh Ooh Baby
You’re a headless woman, you’re a hurricane.
Let the hurricane swirl my heart to song.
Oh (yeah, yeah), oh
Oh (yeah, yeah), oh
Oh, oh Oh, oh
Hello hurricane
You’re not enough
Hello hurricane
You can’t silence my love
I’ve got doors and windows boarded up
All your dead-end fury is not enough
You can’t silence my love
Oh (my love), oh
Oh (yeah, yeah), oh
Oh (yeah, yeah), oh
Oh, oh Oh, oh
take a bite of my heart tonight ~ hurricane //
 panic! at the disco are you worth your weight in gold
cause you’re behind my eyelids
lyric in hurricane rhythm my empty heart lyric
Only working lyric in hurricane …
Oh (yeah, yeah), oh
Oh (yeah, yeah), oh
Oh, oh Oh, oh
can melatonin hurt my heart
stomach hurtscheast painstired. difference hurrican
Hurricane swirls with mellow acoustic guitars,
lush arrangements, and soaring
what does it mean if my lower right side hurts
kermit the frog sings hurt
exotic blue point kitten
why does peeling skin by nails hurt
nudist russian family pics girls
hurful insult
headaches with nausea and fatigue and hurting eye
does edema hurt
2 broken legs and a hurt arm clip art
hurricane vase flower submerged
Oh (yeah, yeah), oh
Oh (yeah, yeah), oh
Oh, oh Oh, oh
‘o why is my heart unchained’, the poet
questions herself why she feels the way she does.
The hurricane represents her inner turmoil
‘o why is my heart unchained’, the poet
questions herself why she feels the way she does.
The hurricane represents her inner turmoil
Crash crash
Burn let it all burn
This hurricane chasing us all underground
This Hurricane
This Hurricane
This Hurricane
Oh (yeah, yeah), oh
Oh (yeah, yeah), oh
Oh, oh Oh, oh
You Make My Heart Go Crazy
(Like a Hurricane) Trying to wash away
all this pain near, the agony inside my chest
takes me away from here. The whole world
falls over this innocuous soul
And you breathe trying to escape
from that unhappiness that degenerates my head.
Could somebody please save me from this
hurricane of pain here? I’m just trying to hold on,
but this wind keeps getting stronger. I bend.
Could somebody please save me from this
hurricane of pain here? I’m just trying to hold on,
but this wind keeps getting stronger. I bend.
‘o why is my heart unchained’, the poet
questions herself why she feels the way she does.
The hurricane represents her inner turmoil
Oh (yeah, yeah), oh
Oh (yeah, yeah), oh
Oh, oh Oh, oh
Let the hurricane swirl my heart to song.

Women Will Vote for Hitler

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People spend between three and four
hours a day opposing desire,
but every morning when a woman wakes up
in the crack of 10:30 she is thrilled to see
that shit for sun in the sky again and
her orange self-tanner will look as radiant
as she did yesterday. They know nothing
about anything dirty. They know nothing.
/
Marriage is a fascist dictatorship and
oppression – and so is any relationship
with a woman, they are all alike. If you
do not like the taste of Kool-Aid,
prepare to have a siren scream bullshit
to go along on your ear.
/
Women will vote for Hitler. Not because
a woman could be persuaded to buy a ketchup
popsicle while she was wearing white gloves,
but because women are all fascists.
It’s probably true because us men
have something called integrity.
/
Ten Ways to not suck in bed?
Six things to do for your man who lies
as a Futon? Completely Honestly,
who gives half circle your socks on or off?
Jesus Christ is pathetic.
/
Also, just like a wall probably does not like
or do not care to play tennis with you,
it’s certainly not your fault. Do not let
your sympathetic male compassion
get the better of you.
/
All women do not understand the hate label.
They are annoying as fuck and logical node,
ties around viper millions as leaders of
feminism leap their heads explode small –
and have glitter and shit-ass all over the
country, but women are also prohibited
because they are fascists.
/
Women must think about this
while they are enjoying their breasts
and Frappaccinos halter instead of
burkas and punch-Rapping. They
apparently do not. They are women.
They are not designed to think.
Men are stronger. Men are smart. Men
are able to put their thoughts into words
to communicate, while women can not
mentally hold onto something
that is not shiny or fluffy.
/
Men’s super sticky glue keeps one company
out of the country along his ass, and women
are crappy tape that keeps Post It notes
on the computer screen along her asses.
/
Marriage is still stupid. This is a stupid game
invented to entertain stupid minds and to teach
basic lessons of fidelity that even snakes
are born with.
/
I am a man. I will kill a dragon to get laid.
But if there is another dragon, a Rubik’s cube
on a face or something to get in the back,
she can go fuck themselves.
/
I usually do not like “skinny”,
but this chick above me give me
wood and gives me the time
I was finished with her. Her
face will look like a giant glazed
donut, so I will put a
vibrator up her ass fuck her
and make a floor to ceiling mirror
while I peed in a dog bowl.
/
I hate her face, but if she had
a good wash and hydropower
colon cleansing, I would push
my face in between those giant
buttcheeks ass her and her tongue.
So I will put my beef its rectum sword
(if I can get her when he pushes so far
that ass out! : Eek:), and it was used
I will push a table leg up her ass. I wonder
if there is enough lube if I can get my face
to go in her ass. * Bet the
KERPUNK have turds
the size of a baby’s arm!
/
Yes it is good. I wonder if she
has ever been in a choke slammed
QueenSized Rhetoric mattress with 1800
thread count sheets, and engage and puked
on the edge of the bed itself? Intensive SEX
sheetrock walls have indentations from all
figures, smearing eyeliner, grunts and groans
of sexual happiness as it is plugged into a
pretzel shape and xXxtremely rolled hardcore.
/
It looks like a cock tease, the kind that talks
a good game but can not handle a barbarian
raiding party for 45 minutes straight (or longer).
And the thunder she hears it snapping out of her
mind releases moisture ulitmate of sexual freedom.
/
These examples are fucked. I want to see some
really ugly bitches with teeth up to increase eyes.
An ugly overshot and a unibrow, there could be
another head of hair. All I see is a bunch of
Asian women I will never meet,  since
im a greek dirty hair (with moderate to
terrible ass hair as well). I would probably
kill these women to bed one or otherwise.
/
I mainly just so freaky deaky, militant women,
overweight and Thicky, so I think ___ has a right
to his love of Asian poontang. I had a false increase
in some Asian in my time and received nine new ones,
but they can not deal with Godzilla as the thickness
or the cries of shock nut. So sore from the floor
until they were, and learned to speak English
with my old futon as well.
/
I imagine a Jewish boy wearing a Pancho,
depending on talk about bad events to follow
some meteor hiting the Earth. Wasabi has no foil,
pushing his Sandy mustache Persian
into another sandy mustache persian
/
With regard to the opinion of banging
a wooden panel, average Asian little girls
are in the hearts of white or black women,
yes. But you can also expect smaller areas
and strong as an average Asian women.
This is all personal choice. For me,
I do not think I could ever get in a serious
relationship with a white woman any more.
Finally, I think that’s true everywhere,
so do not judge women acting in bed with porn.
It’s just not true. 99% .
/
You do not think those girls, thick ass I love.
I’m mostly in Italian women themselves,
so it was not my thing to begin with.
Various licks dicks different though,
so it all cool.
/
Pubic hair when they exist is kinda rough: (
/
I am very happy to have a beautiful Italian
woman with a very sexy body, healthy
and a donkey who is out of this damn world…