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cornmeal encrusted chicken nuggets with blackberry mustard dipping sauce. steamed asparagus. chipotle roasted yukon golds.
i. love. cooking.

they terrify me. whenever i see her on the voice, they lookas if they're going to explode. like her skin is stretched to it's limit and is going to rip because they're so crammed into position. creepy creepy creepy. oh and they're veiny.








it's sad, because she used to be hot.


now don't get me wrong, i love her curves. i just hate that her curves on top are fake.

i've wanted this shit for a long time, i just hadn't been able to get myself to buy it. 
enjoy my post-workout glow.
 
hopefully will be another, better, post-workout glow later on tonight. will post if there is success.
<Edit> WHO IS IT FROM </Edit>

Maybe this is my small pain pill induced high, maybe this is the result of the past few weeks that finally made me realize why I love this place so and always make my way back to it.
You can't escape being sold to these days, everywhere you go you're being marketed to. Even a blog without advertisements is still trying to sell you on their opinion. But SG is free from these things. SG doesn't try to convince you're wrong. SG doesn't try to tell you what to think. It just provides things for your consideration, you either take it, or you leave it. You commune. There is a fine balance of give and take, of love and hate.
Message free, meaning free, beautiful SG.
and tits

i'm sure this has probably already been posted...but it's fucking glorious.

and i've given birth, had two spinal taps and had my gallbladder removed due to a dozen or so gall stones.
i've had one of these cysts for the past few years, not nearly that big and not really a bother until a few days ago when it became an absess. then it became about this big, and inflamed.



numbed the area with local anesthetic and then made a cut into my vulva and then they drained it. that hurt, but maybe a 6 or 7. then the doctor left and i stood up and i was bleeding profusely. this is where the worst fucking pain in my life comes into the story. so on my already sore, beaten lady parts she starts applying enough pressure to push the cut up against my pelvic bone. she continued with that pressure for about 10 minutes, still but it didn't slow the bleeding. she then tried silver nitrate which was the worst part of the hurt. imagine someone burning an open wound on your hoohah/heehee. even after the coagulant, the blood kept flowing at the same rate. so they kept the horrid pressure for a total of about an hour and a half before it stopped enough that i could be driven to the hospital where they fixed me up with stitches.

worst, most miserable fucking awful horrible pain in my life. i probably scratched paint off the walls and scared every other patient out of the office. they probably thought i was getting killed in cold blood.

i wish i would've had actual pictures to share with you, but i really don't want to fully understand precisely how it all looked and probably still does.

i have no idea what this shit on facebook is, but i really really really really wanna see. i know the ghetto won't let me down!


boobs.

gone a while ago. would've gotten better pictures but... yeah, would you stop to take pictures before digging into this?
so...tender, so...juicy. prime rib should be listed as an aphrodisiac because it literally made me horny. uuggggh.

the pictures are huge cause the dinner is huge. once it's completed i'll post pictures of my own successes.