Shakuhachi Winter 2012.
In other news. UGGS are still synonymous with crabs, Northface pull overs and leggings. Listen up hoe bags, UGGS are the equivalent of alerting everyone to the fact that your Mother is a stripper and you too, are headed down the same path. Dating some guy named Brain, frequenting Claire's boutique for the up and coming blow job temptress adornments, just move it along to the Goodwill and pick up a pair of wellies instead, even better, move out of South Jersey and do away with the life all together.
What a fucking disappointment. All I see when I look these girls are scabbed knees and dripping mouths. How bout you say a hail mary for these gals besides the tools they're blowing? Gracias.
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