i've only got eyes for that twat - why, my lurve's even deeper than the deepest ocean, and wider than a mile - which incidentally is what that twat's, twat's depth and circumference is, and with a clit that's like pinocchio's honker everytime this "petulant" twat lies. also begs the question as to: why do birds fall down from the sky, everytime this twat walks by? it's coz of the trickle of water that oozes from the taps each time this twat attempts to wash that stinky beaver, goes out of the mall and shoots the breeze by airing that twat under the trees, now you know.
also doesn't help if that rapunzel's undergrowth of belukar gets tangled-up and results in the granny / parachute knickers twisted, so s-neuf is definitely not on the cards, ever!. i'm ablushing as i also want to quote jim croce but the words just come out wrong....so pse tell this twat to type "like" and "amen" everytime a nugget of wise-saying appears on that twat's page on facebook, and not to copy/paste and start a thread to impress others.
p/s - not forgetting that this comes with all my lurve and cockroach-crushes :o