Good call, Sir. Good call! I know her role in the song was relatively minor, but I never knew who the female artist was. I swear to the gods, nothing compares to her in that music video from the 90s. She were a bald-headed beauty, a real stunner, like Maggie McOmie in THX 1138. But time is as time does, it gets us all in the end. I feel sorry for some of the more vain celebrities (not her, I think she's strong), who hinge everything on their looks and appearance. I feel even more sorry for the poor bastards and bastardettes who fuck up their entire face in botched plastic surgeries. Society really does a number on people, especially women, from the jump. Women get programmed to want to be something they are not, and men are programmed to have desire for this rare image that mostly doesn't exist naturally in nature, and there you have it (my two cents). I hope you are well and good, Sir.
Holy ship, I don't know about you, but about halfway into that video, my eyes glazed over, and the words lost all of their meaning because I was thinking about friending each-and-every one of them. (Save for the one who talks about her kitty all of the time). There might be a moral in that story somewhere, but who am I to say—I'm just another turrible member of society. Somewhere along the line, the women's learned that if you advertise it like it's for free, the mens are gonna be like, let it be. But not all received the memo. Female comedians are a good example. I'd love on almost any funny female comedian, saving the maths for you me brudda! 😂 I'm aiming for all the cancelations today. Serenity now, Serenity now—holy cow, Serenity now.
I have to come back correct. Upon further examination, I don't think that Sinéad's role was minor at all. In fact, her role in the song was a large part of the "feel" that I took away from it. Damn yo, always keeping me on my tippy.
Good call, Sir. Good call! I know her role in the song was relatively minor, but I never knew who the female artist was. I swear to the gods, nothing compares to her in that music video from the 90s. She were a bald-headed beauty, a real stunner, like Maggie McOmie in THX 1138. But time is as time does, it gets us all in the end. I feel sorry for some of the more vain celebrities (not her, I think she's strong), who hinge everything on their looks and appearance. I feel even more sorry for the poor bastards and bastardettes who fuck up their entire face in botched plastic surgeries. Society really does a number on people, especially women, from the jump. Women get programmed to want to be something they are not, and men are programmed to have desire for this rare image that mostly doesn't exist naturally in nature, and there you have it (my two cents). I hope you are well and good, Sir.
Holy ship, I don't know about you, but about halfway into that video, my eyes glazed over, and the words lost all of their meaning because I was thinking about friending each-and-every one of them. (Save for the one who talks about her kitty all of the time). There might be a moral in that story somewhere, but who am I to say—I'm just another turrible member of society. Somewhere along the line, the women's learned that if you advertise it like it's for free, the mens are gonna be like, let it be. But not all received the memo. Female comedians are a good example. I'd love on almost any funny female comedian, saving the maths for you me brudda! 😂 I'm aiming for all the cancelations today. Serenity now, Serenity now—holy cow, Serenity now.
Thank you, come again!
I was actually looking for a Robert Duvall clip from "Falling Down" where he talks about his wife, but I couldn't find it on ewetoobz.
I have to come back correct. Upon further examination, I don't think that Sinéad's role was minor at all. In fact, her role in the song was a large part of the "feel" that I took away from it. Damn yo, always keeping me on my tippy.
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