“It’s been so long since I’ve hugged a woman with a soul. It feels so, so, warm…and nice…”
He looks in total bliss. I would be too if I was holding onto her hot ass.
That’s a nice view of the back of that thing.
The Telecaster, I meant. Not Taylor Swift.
Let’s see, flat backed, pasty white, blond from the neck up, wear from frequent fingering, known for twangy, shrill sound…the only difference between the two is the tele’s head can be tuned, while the girl…not so much.
“Ahhh no Botox smell…”
Is that . . . warmth?
“Thank you for all the money I’ve going to make from my next album by exploiting this moment.”
meh, i’d still bang her.
You’ve revealed your kryptonite, McBeef… tall, leggy blondes!
I know, right? Like I know we’re supposed to make fun of her because (lists boatload of reasons), but at the end of the day, I’m not saying no, you know?
**fingers crossed that McBeefCake also loves tall leggy brunettes (with nicer ass)**
I could tell it was Taylor Swift without even seeing her face. The waistline of her shorts hits just under her nipples. For some reason she always looks like she’s just been the target of an Atomic Wedgie.
10 minutes later she wrote a song called, “Ain’t never huggin’ you again.”
Baby Got Flat
“Somebody grab this fuckin’ guitar. I wanna take full advantage of this situation…”
“Good god, Taylor, get your tongue out of my ear. I’m married…plus I have no idea where that tongue’s been.”
Started dating during song, broke up after song…That’s the longest I’ve ever seen Taylor in a relationship.
Her next song: “I Some Woman’s Man”.
Nice flat ass, Taylor.
Is it me, or is he trying out every personality void blonde who is equally void of emotion, let alone T & A?
“Oh Taylor. Don;t cry. They’re not just booing your music, they’re also booing you because you are a horrible fucking person.”
“Oh Taylor. Don’t cry. They’re not just booing your music, they’re also booing you because you are a horrible fucking person.”
The moment it hits: what it feels to not be hugging a Stepford Wife. Only enlightenment is left, to top that bliss.
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