HOT HOT HOT! Crazy, crazy, crazy.
Vivienne Westwood should come with a fucking warning label. No wonder all those Japanese people go nuts whenever they wear Vivienne Westwood. It takes a shitload of balls and attitude in order to pull off a Westwood and/or an Anglomania piece.
HELLO MOTHER FUCKERS! LET’S ALL FUCK IN THE WOODS!
More camwhorage after the jump. Let’s spice things up around here…
hink what that money could bring. I’d buy everything. Clean out Vivienne Westwood, in my Galliano gown. No, wouldn’t just have one hood. A Hollywood mansion if I could. Please book me first class to my fancy house in London town.
All the riches baby, won’t mean anything. All the riches baby, don’t bring what your love can bring. All the riches baby, won’t mean anything. Don’t need no other baby, your lovin’ is better than gold and I know!
More pictures (and text) to follow. I’m FUCKING LATE ALREADY AND I NEED TO HAUL MY FAT ASS OFF TO THE CITY!
Send me an SMS +63.915.785.1492 and tell me you want to fuck my fat fanny.