All these bitches do is bring out the cursing sailor in me.
Damn damn damn, God damn, son of a bitch, damn.
They just... They need to do more than this face touching shit. It's hot. Don't get me wrong. And the build up is still sizzling. I just don't know how much more I can take.
Add in these ridiculous rumors, and I'm at my wit's end. Over a fucking SOAP. Just... knife me, and get it over with.
ETA: Dammit, Crystal, do not make me make a picspam for you. I just don't have the time. But fuck she's been ridiculously gorgeous lately. Since the dark hair came back.
If you were a laser, you'd be set to stunning!
It's kind of my favorite pickup line EVAR.