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Here’s my heartfelt interpretation of a Christmas song originally penned by Meredith Willson in 1951.
For many people around the world, including myself, Christmas can sometimes bring feelings of loneliness and sadness. It’s important to recognize that this time of year can be difficult for some, and sharing compassion and understanding can make a significant difference.
It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas,
everywhere you go, take a look at the big screen, it's glistening with festive movies once again, filling the airwaves each with a fairytale ending and families aglow
It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas, all the families across the world celebrating a fantastic holiday, yet the saddest sight to see is the loneliness you’ll feel, for yet another year at Christmas time
A pooch by your side and a pistol that shoots, is the wish to have mum and dad by my side, a sister that loves you and a family that can hardly wait to see you again
It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas, everywhere you go, there's a tree in the Plaza, one in the park as well, it's the sturdy kind that doesn't mind the storm
It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas, everywhere you go, soon the tears will start, and the thing that'll make 'em drip is the carol that you sing, right within your heart
It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas, all the families across the world celebrating a fantastic holiday, yet the saddest sight to see is the loneliness you’ll feel, for yet another year at Christmas time
Sure, it's Christmas once more
Searching for the condom that’s deep in your pocket while getting head.
Kevin was looking for markers while searching for a movie on Netflix.
During a MFF Threesome, while one woman is going down on the male, the second woman, complete dry where it counts, climbs up on the bed, grabs the head of the male, and jumps up, landing “tortilla” first , facing the males feet, hard enough to produce a “Slap” sound.
During a threesome with Krissy and Sasha, Krissy broke my nose by giving me a No-look Tortilla Slap.
Mama, I'm chasing a ghost
I don't know who he is
Mama, I'm chasing a ghost
I don't know where he is
Mama, I'm chasing a ghost
Do I look like him? (Like, what?)
Like him (like, what?)
Like him (like, what?)
Like him
M:Do I look like him
M:Like himmmm
F:Bro what
M:It's a Tyler the creator song bro
A man who doesn’t care and goes to school at esher college.
Look, it’s Look Emla! I don’t really care tho…
Mama don't worry by Bhad Bhabie? Look naive enough?
Mama don't worry by Bhad Bhabie? Look naive enough?
But no promises if I am hanging out with a flat-chested "plan Jane", and a buxom "cutie with a booty" happens by.
In the classic 1976 "wet 'n' juicy" movie "Corps brûlants", the young Eric temporarily abandons his bosomy teenage-brunette girlfriend Corrine for an older blonde hottie, but then soon realizes that his similar-aged cutie-chick lover is much better suited to him, after all. Why he ever suffered even this brief "hiccup" in his affections for the delicately-freckled Corinne has always been a mystery to me, though, since even a "looks don't matter to me" defense wouldn't wash here... his gentle-natured sweetie-pie had softer and more-attractive facial-features --- and noticeably bigger/firmer boobs --- than the somewhat-shallow-personalitied older lady whom he'd shown interest in, and so I cannot understand what he'd seen in that boring flaxen-haired dame, anyway.