When I was a teenage mallrat I liked to pretend like I wasn’t obsessed with Leo. WHAT A LIE. Even in The Beach, when he wore nothing but mandals and cargo shorts, I wanted him to slay my vag like it was a baby shark in a crystal blue lagoon threatening a faux idealistic utopia. He even came to my college in 2004 and told us all to vote for John boner-killer Kerry. Epic Prius post-orgasm sighs.
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I forgot the name of your blog so I googled "Michelle Ramon Boners." Yer number 5 on that search.
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