You might be under the impression that we went to school together. You might think that I hit on you last year, especially if you work at WalMart. You might think that I dated one of your friends and you might be under the impression that you used to be in love with me when we first met. You may think that it was me who dumped a White Russian on your new Diesel shoes at the party downtown. You probably think that you saw me at your art show drinking all of your wine. Maybe you think that we danced together at a gay bar. There may be days when you wonder if I was that girl at the coffee shop who winked at you. You might think that you want to spend the rest of your life with me and that I'm a really good cook. You may think my name is Tuesday. Perhaps you think it was me you heard doing a Britney Spears impersonation. You may believe that you saw me singing in a band downtown. You may wonder if that was me doing a Free Hugs campaign on Guadalupe. You might think that you kissed me in a dark alley while your crappy band loaded up the equipment. You probably think that I was the reason you tossed and turned last night...
The answer is yes. It was definetely me.
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I GET NAKED ON THE INTERNET. YEAH, I KNOW. AWESOME. COME SEE ME AT WWW.GODSGIRLS.COM/GIRLS/TUESDAY
I am Here for:
Fans. Lots of 'em.
Hobbies:
Sex.
Reading.
Writing.
Dancing.
Drinking.
Favorite Movies:
Peter Pan
Alice in Wonderland
Favorite TV Shows:
Playboy TV
Favorite Music:
Missy Elliot
Hot Chip
The Beatles
Girl Talk
70s Porn Music
Mickey Avalon
Favorite Books:
Palahnuik
Coupland
Plath
Derrick C. Brown
I Love:
Thomas. My son. Sex. Drinking. Smoking cigarettes to pass the time.
I GET NAKED ON THE INTERNET. YEAH, I KNOW. AWESOME. COME SEE ME AT WWW.GODSGIRLS.COM/GIRLS/TUESDAY
You might be under the impression that we went to school together. You might think that I hit on you last year, especially if you work at WalMart. You might think that I dated one of your friends and you might be under the impression that you used to be in love with me when we first met. You may think that it was me who dumped a White Russian on your new Diesel shoes at the party downtown. You probably think that you saw me at your art show drinking all of your wine. Maybe you think that we danced together at a gay bar. There may be days when you wonder if I was that girl at the coffee shop who winked at you. You might think that you want to spend the rest of your life with me and that I'm a really good cook. You may think my name is Tuesday. Perhaps you think it was me you heard doing a Britney Spears impersonation. You may believe that you saw me singing in a band downtown. You may wonder if that was me doing a Free Hugs campaign on Guadalupe. You might think that you kissed me in a dark alley while your crappy band loaded up the equipment. You probably think that I was the reason you tossed and turned last night...
The answer is yes. It was definetely me.
Sean Savvy is a fake. Ask him to write your name on his hand or wave and touch his nose at the same time. He can't do it because it's not him on cam. He's trying to get you naked and then record and blackmail you with it. If you stay in his room for more than an hour, look at how he does the same things over and over again, like brushing his hair. Or wears the same shirts. And yes his only nude video is him with this dumb shirt. Remember it when he starts to get naked.
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