whoreis-me: STOP SENDING ME PHOTOS OF YOUR PEEPEES! NO, I DO NOT WANT TO MASSAGE YOU. YEAH, YOU GUYS. RACHEL IS MINE K
Stupid people on the internet, trying to converse with the smart people about subjects they know not of. LOL Slow down there, pony boy. Use a little thing call GOOGLE and then come back. We’re not writing historically and anatomically incorrect poetry here; we’re debating, and you’re wrong.
Does anyone know where you can get thigh highs for people with, ya know, thighs? I mean, I don’t just have a femur there. There’s meat. Like, you can grab it. The kind that jiggles, and is hugged by jeans? Yeah, I can’t find thigh highs that don’t appear to have been intended for eight year old boys.
I had a turkey sandwich and green tea, and omg, my tummy is so happy right now. C: