Selena Gomez Feeds Stray Dogs in Puerto Rico

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she looks about 11

We turn back boat people but accept dogs? Lucky she wasn't in a certain country where they don't have a stray dog problem, mmmmm, if you get my drift!

She is so cute!

She's been working with a dog in the US too, it's called "Wizards of Waverly Place".

She has a fat face. I'd have to turn her around and back door it.

she looks 11, not cool... jailbait=vector security

Whenever I see this girl I imagine that under her clothes she's hiding a wildly unkempt thatch, black as all sin. Sort of a strange contradiction to my current preference of women grooming themselves into a look of prepubescent hairlessness. I haven't quite figured out the psychology behind my imagining. Perhaps it's some defense mechanism. Maybe a subconscious attempt to dissuade my dangly parts from getting too excited about a girl my brain sees as a child. Or maybe it's the opposite. Maybe my brain senses that my junk needs all the help it can get and thus concocts an image of this girl which underscores her physical maturity.

Who knows. My brain does all sorts of weird things. A few years ago I realized that my wife's privates tasted exactly like Diet Peach Snapple. I suppose that's interesting in its own right, but more to the point, I started to get really possessive about it. I'd see someone drinking a Snapple at lunch and I'd storm up to them and go, "What the fuck flavor is that?" or, "Just what the fuck do you think you're doing asshole?" I always wondered if other people had similar experiences but I was too afraid to ask my buddies for fear they'd say their wives tasted like better Snapple flavors.

Apparently I taste like maple syrup. At least that's what my wife told me after the first time we were amorous with each other, though I always wondered if that was just because I'd taken her on a date to IHOP.

I hate her , i m better than her

the last coment was for miley cyrus

Im puertorican and we dont kill the dogs because we want to its because a lot of them go in to the shelters really sick and because we dont have sufficient funds to take care of them for a long time. But Im steal completely against killing them after keeping them a while, but since IM just a teenager I cant do much but tell them not to but that doesn't mean they will listen

Im puertorican and we dont kill the dogs because we want to its because a lot of them go in to the shelters really sick and because we dont have sufficient funds to take care of them for a long time. But Im steal completely against killing them after keeping them a while, but since IM just a teenager I cant do much but tell them not to but that doesn't mean they will listen

My all-time best-ever spank was to this girl. It was an angry tug. Those are always the best. I filled a plastic bag with the smell of burnt cookies and sealed it around my head. Then I put clothespins on my nipples and locked myself in the bathroom with a picture of this girl I'd photocopied from a Tiger Beat at the library. I had to fight through inquisitive knocks at the door from my kid but it was worth it. My urinary tract was constricted and burning at the time from an infection so when I finally popped it was fucking fireworks. Absolutely incredible. That was a good Christmas.

No, no, that's a lie. Of course that's a lie. I've already stated my inability to get aroused by this girl. I don't even bother trying anymore. She's just too incredible. It's simply no use.

But that doesn't mean I don't still fantasize about her. The fantasies are just, well, sort of inhibited. Some people (I'm not naming any names) want to do all sorts of crazy things to her hind parts. And I respect that. That sounds like it could be a lot of fun. But that's just not for me.

I'm actually more interested in what covers her personal parts than those parts themselves. I would do just about anything to see a pair of her panties. She doesn't even have to be wearing them, though I suppose that would be preferable. Or would it? I'm not sure. Either way is fine I guess.

I would even be ecstatic having someone describe a pair of her panties to me in excessive detail. Or to show me in a catalog a pair of panties like a pair she owns. It's not the exact same thing but it's sort of like reading a ballgame's boxscore the next day or watching the highlights on Sportscenter. Sure, you'd rather have seen it in person, but I haven't been to too many stadiums where a 16-year-old stunner is standing on second in her bra and panties and some dad in the bleachers is going, "Kids, you're not even looking at the field. I would have killed to have my father take me to something like this."

Adios.

Hold on, hold on, I have to interject something here. What's that? Why do you always have to do that? Do what? Take something that's almost nice, almost touching, and then take a big dump on it and turn it into something ugly? Like you just did? I guess. Well...I suppose that's the point. The point of what? This whole thing, all of it, from the very beginning. I don't understand. You might. What do you mean by point? Purpose. And what do you mean by purpose -- and don't say point. Well, it's sort of like that guy. Which guy? The one lying on the stage with the carafe overhead. I don't understand. It's a mime thing, don't worry about it; I think most mimes are fags anyway. See, there you go again. Let's see...let's see...oh, I know, it's sort of like that Zeno dude and his story. I don't know that one. Don't worry, he's Greek; I think most Greeks are fags anyway. Can you stop that? Only when you understand. Well then explain it. Okay, let's see...ah, I know, it's like the sum of the phase shift and the product of k and the period for f(x)=acot(bx+c). Okay, I really don't get that. Okay, let's try another tack. Go on. See, she's the boy. Which boy? THE boy. Oh, you mean that little prick who comes every night -- don't even think about making a joke about that -- and the same boy who is later sent away? That's the one. So the girl is the boy? Right, she's a paragon too. I thought you said she was the boy. She's both; she embodies both. You're saying she has the body of a boy? Now don't you start! But she's the boy? Yes, she is both a paragon and the boy. But if she's the boy...and the boy is sent away...then there's nowhere to go from here. I think you've got it. I think I've got it. I think we've both got it. Then we're done here, aren't we? Sure, because if the girl is a paragon-- and the paragon is the boy-- and the boy is the carafe-- and the carafe is the Greek thingy-- and the Greek thingy is that trig nonsense-- and the trig nonsense is the girl-- and the girl is a paragon-- then there's nowhere to go from here...I understand. Then we're done.

Hmm, this is sort of awkward. It kind of is, isn't it? So, what do we do now? I guess we just...sit here and...wait. Hey, you know what I noticed? What's that? You never once actually mentioned this girl's name. Didn't I? No, you came close but you never actually said it. Well I'll be...I think you're right. Do you want to finish it that way? What way? With her name. The paragon's? Yeah. I suppose; I don't have any other ideas. Great, can I say it too? Why not. Okay, let's say it on three. Sure. Wait.... What? I just thought of something. Oh, I think I just thought of the same thing. Are you sure? Yeah, I just realized how this is going to end. It has to end that way, doesn't it? Absolutely, because that's the point. The purpose. I understand. We understand. Okay, let's do this. Okay, let's say her name on the count of 3. Okay, here we go....

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