fun with google image searches
Google Image Search: "Hot," first result
If you asked me what I thought was "hot" I wouldn't know where to begin. From approximately the age of 9 on I've found so many thing hot that if I tried to list them all we'd run out of internet. The list would be filled with the obvious (two girls going at it), the obscure (the girl in Kevin Arnold's French class in The Wonder Years), and the odd (I saw a really hot girl at a bar with a fake leg once. The fake leg was hot). But you know what wouldn't be on the list? Two average girls playing a motorcycle video game at a cheesy arcade. I'm sorry, that just doesn't do it for me. Does that make me a freak?
Google Image Search: "Sexy," first result
Her eyes: You want to fuck me. I know you do. You can't help but stare at my full, moist lips and imagine them wrapped around your you-know-what. You're in awe of my amazing rack. You want to touch them, don't you? You'd give anything in the world for me to just get on top of you and ride you all night long... and you know what? I just might.
His eyes: I really hope this chick doesn't have a dick.
Google Image Search: "Beautiful," first result
His reaction? Beautiful. Her reaction? Beautiful. Doggy style? Beautiful. I see absolutely nothing wrong with this.
Google Image Search: "Handsome," first result
Man, I am handsome. I don't know what it is today, but I am looking GOOD. Is it the fact that I'm having a great hair day? Is it that this shirt is not only slimming but also makes my shoulders look broad? Is it my brand new tan? I don't know! Whatever it is, it's working. I'm not going to lie to you, this morning when I was masturbating on the toilet, I was thinking of ME. I swear! God, I'm handsome. Now, can you pass me a drumstick? Thanks.
Google Image Search: "Wonderful," first result
You motherfucker. You're goddamned lucky I don't have thumbs or I'd take a picture of your stank crotch every time you dropped down and 'got your eagle on' you fucking slut. Go ahead, take the picture. I don't even want to know what you're going to do with it when I leave the room. But you better not put it on the internet or I swear to god I will bite your fucking clit off. Test me. Fucking test me.
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b at 4:10 PM
