Community > Posts By > Love4TheMilitary
Who burps Lauder, farts longer, scratches their privates more, or pulls out bigger burgers than mine! lol Dude... my friend is like that.. and she wonders why she can't keep a man. |
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Geeky Guys.
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Talk nerdy to me
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A Few Extra Pounds...
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I love a few extra pounds like ne REAL man but honestly....any woman who looks like Jamie Eason is quite amazing, but I love me some Queen Latifa ;) Amen! |
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Bother - Stone Sour
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scene girls
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I'm a "rock" chick does that count? well, scene chicks are kinda into themselves, and hott... rockers, just say screw the world. being into yourself isn't a good thing. at least to me lol. |
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scene girls
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I'm a "rock" chick does that count? Not even close....and thats a good thing. |
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BETWEEN THE SHEETS - part 7
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Whatever You Like between the sheets
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I was a navy brat . I know how hard it is... we were seemingly always saying goodbye and sending him off, and he was always coming back soon. Aww. My grandpa was Navy. |
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It's Pretty Late.....
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im up
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late night confessions
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My hands are occupied too many times a day
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late night confessions
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I have a ghetto booty
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late night confessions
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Wishing I was typing with one hand
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scene girls
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I'm a "rock" chick does that count?
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Should women propose to men?
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To each their own.
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A Few Extra Pounds...
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Nothing beats a nice, juicy buttocks. Holla!!! I usually do when I see them. So does that make it a booty call? |
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good soulful write thank you. I was a soldier's girl. |
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A/S/L
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21/f/michigan
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Mommy's crying
Daddy's left again I felt him kiss my forehead last night I couldn't open my eyes Not wanting to say goodbye I told mommy it's okay He'll be back again some day Not soon enough She always seemed to say I'm proud of my daddy Proud to say he fights for us every day You see, my daddy is a soldier I feel the wind in my hair As he holds me even tighter The sun kissing my skin It's not the same goodbye as before I can barely stand here long enough To watch him board that plane And every night I pray It's been weeks since I've heard his voice As I pick up the phone and hear him speak Smiling, my tears fall Upon the letter I got last week Written with special care And signed Love always, your soldier I glance at the mantel My son's picture standing out I raised him right I raised him proud Now he stands out amongst the crowd Dressed up head to toe Standing proud in his camouflage Now I just pray the phone doesn't ring I've been worried since the day he left And I'll sit tight and glance at his picture now and then Waiting for the day I will see my son again I wipe the proud tears from my eyes As I say, son there's nothing like a mother's love My son, my soldier |
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SINGLE or TAKEN? - part 9
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Single
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BETWEEN THE SHEETS - part 7
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Addicted between the sheets
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