Greetings, people who only vaguely recall prime factorization. I’m much too busy figuring out how to get 1000000 people to give me $1 (or 100000 people to give me $10, or 10000000 to give me $0.10) to do any serious writing today. I have a few ideas, unfortunately I think the best of them might get 10000 people to give me $0.50, so then I’d have to go do that 199 more times, so I’m still brainfartingstorming.
This is her serious face.
If dancers weren’t mostly batpoop crazy, I might have married a ballerina. Instead I divorced an actress.
Squats are important. Squats matter.
Why does she have a hood?
This week’s “art” photo.
She appears surprised either by bewbs or the fact that she managed to operate her camera.
Abs sans veins.
Dainty, but I bet she’s a butterface.
This dye job is criminal.
Less dainty, possibly also a butterface, but with that hiney who cares?
Okay, back to trying to figure out how to market pretty much anything while being paranoid about social media.
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