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Occupation:
High-Priced Callgirl
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Affiliations:
International Brotherhood of Paparazzi Local
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Hobbies and Interests:
Martiny, LeBron James, Fucking with people who watch Fox News, Flagging your Profile for review, Snowboarding, Drugs, Aerobics, Rocco, declaring war on black radio, clubbing, dancing, sluts, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, frizzy hair
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Favorite Books:
The National Enquirer - Thirty Years of Unforgettable Images is currently my standard wedding or housewarming gift. If you have a MINT COND copy you're willing to sell, message me!
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Favorite Movies:
Deliverance, Network, Midnight Cowboy, Jedi, anything Ken Russell, Dude Where's My Car?, various Rocco features
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Favorite Music:
GOLD CHAINS, motherf*ckers!
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Favorite TV Shows:
NFL Network, Being Bobby Brown, LOST especially when it's about Libby or Ana Lucia
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About Me:
I am the white Morris Day.
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Who I Want to Meet:
Fag Hags who will do me because I act like such a major queer.
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though I'm no longer sure why. It was nothing
personal, I'm certain. And oh it is so wonderful
to have you back in my life, especially now as
the dark clouds come together. I need only to
think of your face, and to remember
Stalingrad, and the smell of the swans, and
then I know that there is some Heaven above
my gloom.
on you. We're running low on warriors round
here. And over there.
number next to one of my breasts
before for safe keeping...that is
until last night when this fine fellow
handed me his digits on one of his
nifty, handmade business cards.
Whacky things happen on the leap
year...and, I wasn't sporting pockets.
it's like hitting his intellectual g spot. he's so
fun he makes my areolas jump for joy! he's a
flamboyant bon vivant, a sexy partner in
crime, a charming prince that knows how to
treat a girl right. yes, in my world, he sits on a
gilded pedestal above the rest of the charisma
pack for that solid gold slug lodged in his
chest.
satisfying than taking a relaxing
retreat to DJT's Bay Area Chalet. One
cannot find a better host. DJT will
stay up with his guests until all hours
of the morning even if he has to work.
Bless him!
before the Donnas were even born! Aiiiii,
where's the drunkface backspace key? Kippers,
they should breathalize freindstermoanials.
dat wuzn't yo' ass at dat spa in
colorado?!? dayamm, foo', den who
da f#$k wuz dat?!? awl you
crackah-asses look da same to
lebron!!! yo, fo' real, playah, if yo' ass
still be down, jus' remembuh:
anytahhm be a good tahhm fo' da
King!!!
narcoleptic PC-robots, DJT was 1 of 2
people screaming at my friends on stage
to strip down to their pasties and
shake what the good lord gave 'em. I
was the other one, and for that he has
totally won me over.
weirder/wilder. then he moved to san
francisco and tore the roof off the
sucker. DJT is a pimp.