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Somebody asked me the other day whether I'd ever marry a white girl. I looked at him with disgust and said. "What kind of question is that? You think I would judge a person by race, color, religion or ethnicity? Come on now, I have more sense than that, I look beyond that. It's all about cup size. I love boobies. Take a nice pair of large, perky yet firm boobies, paint them any color of the rainbow and they're still ahhhhsome."
The nerve of some people asking such stupid questions. Its not who they are but rather what they look like.
I mean, who doesn't love boobies.
The nerve of some people asking such stupid questions. Its not who they are but rather what they look like.
I mean, who doesn't love boobies.