This is Milla Jovovich, reporting live from Comic-Con–where I’m dressed in mom jeans and standing next to a whore.
“So you bedazzled that yourself? Well I guess when your not making movies you have time for stuff like that.”
“And this is how she taught me to pee standing up…”
she cleans up nicely
“…and Michelle was queefing quite profusely just backstage. Show us how you did that, Michelle….”
I have the feeling that I missed something cool here.
So, yes, I CAN shove my own foot up my ass! Next I’ll try my head!
Want those shoes.
I want them, too. But I’m a dude. So I want you to want them. Does that balance out the universe?
I want those shoes crossed behind the back of my head.
I hear ya. I’ve always thought she was sexy, sort of like the Tom-Boy with the great ass who used to live across the street.
“See! NO CLEAR HEALS. Now apologize!”
“Fajitas!” Frrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrp “Haha, we lesbians aren’t afraid to fart!”
2 sexy fucking women. I’ll take them both. Michelle is looking damn good these days and Milla is effortlessly gorgeous.
I wear the girlie shoes to offset the can of dip in my back pocket.
She’s looking at you, Minka Kelly.
Lift and Separate. Not just for breasts anymore.
[Insert “marking territory” comment here]
Mila: “My you have a large vagina. My you have a large vagina.”
Michelle: “Your mic is echoing.”
Mila: “My mic is off.”
Not usually attracted to Michelle but any girl who can lift her leg up with excellent balance in 6 inch heels is perfect for bangin’ in the Comic Con bathrooms.
Michelle’s packing a little extra in her trousers, if you know what I mean.
(I’m implying that she has a penis and is a man.)
About to detach her leg and use it to beat the paparazzi.
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