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I'm super into the craft beer scene. Sarcasm is a second language.
I'm a strong, independent woman. I don't need a man, I just decided I want one at this stage in my life. If you're not into #feminism, or if you voted for Trump, do us both a favor and swipe LEFT.
I have curves, DEAL WITH IT.
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Uh, you gotta message me first, because I need to know chivalry is still alive....
Thanks to Brodin, the flab started to melt away and was replaced with muscle. I'm nowhere near where I want to end up, but I'm on the path and know what I need to do. (Praise be to Brodin.)
This past weekend I went home for my grandma's birthday. I saw all my close family members for the first time since last Christmas. I rarely get to see my family because of my job and where I live, so it's usually just twice or three times a year. And that's when it happened.
I was swolested.
I'm used to feeling eyes all over me when I wear a slim-fit tee or a tank top, so I make sure to avoid them in public. And since this was for my grandma's birthday I made sure to wear a nice shirt and slacks, nothing that showcased my body.
serious right now?
All right. I hate
people who are late.
We're trying to
see that product.
♥♥♥♥!
Yo, sleepy! What's up, homie?
You know my cousin, sad boy.
I think you got the
wrong guy, homes.
Oh, that's ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥, man!
You sleepy!
Everyone say in the barrio,
"sleepy, he like the Mexican
Wolverine" and ♥♥♥♥.
Hey, my partner here, he
want to see the product.
Why ain't he talking?
MY NAME IS JEFF
That's Jeffe, man.
Tell 'em about mousie's
quinceanera, man.
Tell 'em about that crazy
adventure you guys had.
I don't know what
you're talking about.
Oh, man, when you were telling
the story last night,
you had so much detail!
The detail was so rich!
It was rich detail!
Go into incredibly
descriptive details
of the story, so we all know.
Oh, yes.
It was Dora and Diego
and Swiper.
Swiper?