Yeah, I’d tear it up…

I’d hit it.

“…And so, the mighty whale took to hunt its arch-nemesis on his terms.”

I don’t know who she is, but the slack jawed, thousand yard stare tells me she’s seen Terry Richardsons’s apartment and isn’t ready to talk about it.

blow-up dolls are supposed to have open mouths

I love all that I see here. No complaints.

Jeeezussss…Goddamn Tupperware titties and Ronald McDonald-orange hair. Hell yeah, I fuck her in an instant!

God, I love twitter twats.