 Fuck you Winslet. Pssst, Penelope, it should have been you. No, you're beautiful. No you. I want to shout our love from the rooftops, to move up to Vermont and wear flannel and overalls, start a farm, raise sheep to make gorgeous wool sweaters, maybe open a B&B. Think of it, Pepe, you'd never have to be anyone's beard anymore. Not like you're fooling anyone. Yo amo.
Fuck you Winslet. Pssst, Penelope, it should have been you. No, you're beautiful. No you. I want to shout our love from the rooftops, to move up to Vermont and wear flannel and overalls, start a farm, raise sheep to make gorgeous wool sweaters, maybe open a B&B. Think of it, Pepe, you'd never have to be anyone's beard anymore. Not like you're fooling anyone. Yo amo.
Friday, January 16, 2009
Oh hi...Lesbianas
 Fuck you Winslet. Pssst, Penelope, it should have been you. No, you're beautiful. No you. I want to shout our love from the rooftops, to move up to Vermont and wear flannel and overalls, start a farm, raise sheep to make gorgeous wool sweaters, maybe open a B&B. Think of it, Pepe, you'd never have to be anyone's beard anymore. Not like you're fooling anyone. Yo amo.
Fuck you Winslet. Pssst, Penelope, it should have been you. No, you're beautiful. No you. I want to shout our love from the rooftops, to move up to Vermont and wear flannel and overalls, start a farm, raise sheep to make gorgeous wool sweaters, maybe open a B&B. Think of it, Pepe, you'd never have to be anyone's beard anymore. Not like you're fooling anyone. Yo amo.
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