Taylor Swift in New York City. (July 9, 2014) -Photo: AKM-GSI, Fame/Flynet, Getty, INFphoto, Pacific Coast News, Splash News
Having sex with her is probably similar to rubbing your dick on a pile of sand. Except the pile of sand would be more into it.
You’re supposed to put your dick in the sand, not rub against it.
No you are supposed to put your dick in a woman and quit fucking piles of sand. The kids in the sandbox don’t like it.
In every picture like this there’s a terminator looking to kill Sarah Connor.
Save the smug looks for when you can keep a boyfriend for more than 4 days, sweetie.
She keeps them all the time. They’re in her basement.
“Are you Sarah Connor?”
If you look carefully, you can begin to see the tell-tale cat-like facial attributes of the cat lady she will eventually become.
Pictures of her always creep me out.
Crazy as bat Shit.
To the guy with the satchel bomb behind her…now, for fuck sake, throw it NOW
fuck no, save the bomb to kill the entire kardashian family!!
“I’m a pretty princess- I’m a pretty princess- I’m a pretty princess…”
Every time I see Taylor, I am glad that Kim hasn’t eaten her yet. Stay on the east coast, T.
Her hair is Field Mouse with Rickets by L’oreal.
No way that’s a person. It’s a mannequin.
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