WHERE?!?!?!? Where are the wires holding her up?!?!?!? I must learn this sorcery!
Love her boobs.
HAIRY. MAN. ARM
Big. Fat. Cheetos. Eating. Hater.
Sorry, sorry, I meant to thumb you up! :/
I want to go to those.
“…breast wishes, Salma”
“Dear F. Burns, I write here reason number 1,027 why I demand that you make love to me.”
You think she knows everyone’s looking at her cleavage?… Naaah…
This picture gives me a Hamm in my pants.
what you don’t keep your Hamm in your pants all the time?
Should I sign or just dip them in ink? Aww alright.
Yo quiero taco boobs.
Mmm, mother’s milk.
Sadly, Salma hasn’t been able to SEE anything that she’s written since she hit puberty at age 16.
“Hey, watch this I’m going to draw little penises in the French Constitution! Ah, Crap. That Bieber kid beat me to it!”
“Mammaries… Like the corners of my mind…”
The possibilities are endless, endless variations of playing with titties.
I can hear the people setting the stand up now:
‘This needs to be lower. Loweeeeeeeeeeeer. Okay, another couple inches. Good.’
I’d motorboat and then slide my penis between her perfect tits.
Nice to see Salma brought the twins with her to the festival.
Okay….”Breast wishes to The Superficial Writer. Sorry you spooged your pants when you saw me!! No, I won’t breast feed you like that small African child. LOVE XOXO, Salma”
If there was such a thing as heaven, this would be it.
Sign “tits” please.
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