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RE: Hot Tumblrs
Why isn’t there one for female tumblrs? Or, is there and I just don’t know about it because I AM a female tumblr? Or would having one for female tumblrs be considered sexist? Cause I would totally be an editor of it because I’m comfortable enough in my sexuality to be like “oh yeah she’s hot.”
So if there’s not one, who wants to start one with me? Email me!
Right here.
Lesson #3: V-NECK!
V-NECK!
V-NECK!
V-NECK!
I don’t know what that lesson teaches or why she’s teaching anyone anything. All I can think is TITS! TITS! TITS! TITS! And that’s before I saw this picture. Now I know it’s totally fucking unholy to say JA’s a babe - and these days, she’s so not - but we all have our hatefuck fantasies. Mine involves time-traveling back a year or two (like, before her face became distended and was just overly makeup-y) and lots of naughtiness or being bad or whatever it is girls like her call kink.
a word of advice: don’t bet against soup & his giants.
Go Giants, but if you dudes invade my Kaytee fantasy with those attaboy asspats, I will start cheering the Jets. And by that I mean go gay.
SMUT art show and fake titties=FUN
I love nipples but if Antikris is telling me that I must focus on them, I can’t. At least, not for long. I’m an ass man to a fault. If there was some way she could twist so I could somehow-well, you know, have both? That’d be pretty fucking great.
Here is a picture from a photoshoot for the wonderful MARAIS! ‘Dem shoes are good for log-rolling, grass-hopping and sun-reflecting.
I’m not gonna say something creepy about why I love reflective shoe finishes. Because then I might as well admit to buying used panties from a Japanese vending machine that weren’t really used and ruined. my. day. I will instead award this today’s Tumblr Babe Oscar for Best Picture.
If you didn’t come, you missed out.
Molls I’d buy all your junk. But I’m throwing away anything you didn’t lay on. Unless you laid on a Less Than Jake CD, in which case, lets toss it all and eat dessert all day and have sex with our clothes on.
BBQ once a week keeps the doctor away.
Let’s say I come back as a recycled paper product. I’d endure seven cycles in a Louisiana penitentiary to have just one shot as Tara’s BBQ tit napkin.
this is what it feels like to anticipate pulled pork.
If a girl likes too many of the things I like, it’s irritating. But if those things are meat preparations and watching the crazy neighbors jog in shiny suits, it’s all How the Butcher Met His Wife, which is to say: like the romcom of my dreams.
A stranger gave me a high five today because of the “I’m not a scientologist” sticker on my phone.
WOOSHHHH
Wednesday. In my favorite t-shirt. I bet you didn’t know I was a cheerleader, a cheerleader with glasses. I was on the top of the pyramid too. I thought it was because I was the best one, but then I realized it was because I was the scrawniest.
Frangry’s anecdotes = my fantasies.
