That’s another dimension of it. It’s a symptom in our culture that I’d rather masturbate than tell any of the women that they’re right in exchange for pussy
You have some “wings” for me to chew on, braindead feminist?
Look who you are now. Nothing can change how morbidly obese you are. You might as well fall farther down just as the Wall Street kikes want.
Have some “wings”
Your cleavage makes me like you by the way, your personality is meaningless to me. The way you keep telling me “my cleavage! My cleavage!”, there’s something disgusting about that. A low-class skank as I’ve called it.
“If it’s someone with Down syndrome I don’t even care.” – the typical response of my enemies that is never said.