But, are those boobs too perfect to be real?
If they don't come off, they're real.
"It does not take a majority to prevail, but a tireless minority keen to setting brushfires of freedom in the minds of men." - Father of Our Revolution, Samuel Adams.
I may be found dead in a ditch, but by God, they will find me and my rights in a PILE of brass.
"Sure you can trust our government. Just ask an Indian."
"Extremism in the defense of Liberty is no vice. Moderation in the pursuit of Justice is no virtue." - Barry Goldwater
Let us skip the other lies, for brevity’s sake. To consider them would prove nothing, except that man is what he is—loving toward his own, lovable, to his own,—his family, his friends—and otherwise the buzzing, busy trivial, enemy of his race—who tarries his little day, does his little dirt, commends himself to God, and then goes out into the darkness, to re-turn no more, and send no messages back—selfish even in death.
Mark Twain
Hang on, I'm going to check the aftermarket ones I keep here at the house....................
Yep. I can touch them.........they're real.
"It does not take a majority to prevail, but a tireless minority keen to setting brushfires of freedom in the minds of men." - Father of Our Revolution, Samuel Adams.
I may be found dead in a ditch, but by God, they will find me and my rights in a PILE of brass.
"Sure you can trust our government. Just ask an Indian."
"Extremism in the defense of Liberty is no vice. Moderation in the pursuit of Justice is no virtue." - Barry Goldwater
u mean, this shit is real?
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BAILOUT TARGETSHOOTING!
Isn't cosmetic surgery a beautiful thing?
Luck is the phenomena created when Preparation meets Opportunity .
Let us skip the other lies, for brevity’s sake. To consider them would prove nothing, except that man is what he is—loving toward his own, lovable, to his own,—his family, his friends—and otherwise the buzzing, busy trivial, enemy of his race—who tarries his little day, does his little dirt, commends himself to God, and then goes out into the darkness, to re-turn no more, and send no messages back—selfish even in death.
Mark Twain