rdp

she didnt even have tv to watch let alone $ to fuck w her face. 
 

Saw this on a comment on this video
"2:58 amor de mi vida, tu sabes que aveces en este mundo hay solamente una persona para otra persona, y para mi amor, es solamente ti
Love of my life, you know sometimes in this world there's only one person for another person, and for me my love, it is only you."

Saw this on a comment on this video
"2:58 amor de mi vida, tu sabes que aveces en este mundo hay solamente una persona para otra persona, y para mi amor, es solamente ti
Love of my life, you know sometimes in this world there's only one person for another person, and for me my love, it is only you."

We have sex every friday night
Screaming and moaning to the pale lampshade light
Your bed breaks, pussy too tight
Mary's screeching in horror for my broken mind
(Said you're going to hell girl)
 
My pussy still smells like you
All our sextapes say that you're still hung

The Golden Globes are voted by foreigners so she probably has more of a chance there than the Oscars
Also the song could be deemed ineligible for the Oscars since it wasn't originally written for the movie...

We have sex every friday night
Screaming and moaning to the pale lampshade light
Your bed breaks, pussy too tight
Mary's screeching in horror for my broken mind
(Said you're going to hell girl)
 
My pussy still smells like you
All our sextapes say that you're still hung

Fucking in the back yard
Fucking in your fast car
Yelling out my name
 
Fucking with a beer
Fucking over here
Play your rodeo games
 
There goes my favourite sun dress
I'm already undressed
Take your dick to brown town
 

We have sex every friday night
Screaming and moaning to the pale lampshade light
Your bed breaks, pussy too tight
Mary's screeching in horror for my broken mind
(Said you're going to hell girl)
 
My pussy still smells like you
All our sextapes say that you're still hung

We have sex every friday night
Screaming and moaning to the pale lampshade light
Your bed breaks, pussy too tight
Mary's screeching in horror for my broken mind
(Said you're going to hell girl)
 
My pussy still smells like you
All our sextapes say that you're still hung

We have sex every friday night
Screaming and moaning to the pale lampshade light
Your bed breaks, pussy too tight
Mary's screeching in horror for my broken mind
(Said you're going to hell girl)
 
My pussy still smells like you
All our sextapes say that you're still hung

Yo-yo, yes you,
Yo-yo
 

My old man is a nice man and we share a completely non-incestous, non-statutory rape breaching relationship for your information

RIDING HIS WHITE PONY NAMED KEVIN.
WAIT, MAYBE KEVIN IS K. OMG.

And K is just a pony. All right, mystery solved. Reality pales in comparison to the fantasy. Next. 
 
Ponies, for some reason, always make me want to cry. 
 

excuse u lanas lipz r totes real she didnt even hav a house 2 liv in let alone $ to fuk w her face 

OMFG Chelsea Hotel and this reminded me why I loved Lana in the first place. Take away all the production and leave her with a camera and a mic. This is her forte IMO. Simple things like summer breeze is where Lana's money is. Amazing just love it. Top