Anybody who was ever romantically involved with Anthony Weiner can never be trusted. The worm will always be in her brain.
I confess I looked at his selfie
His Willie looked like a long peppermint stick...a knitting needle with no girth
Poor Kirsten must have found it annoyingly protruding but very unfulfilling
Not to mention his Woody Woodpecker mug and the way he speaks
Whew.....
Couple weeks at Wardaddys Camp for Wayward Fairly Hot Lib Chicks would be all she’d need
Shed graduate giving Harris Faulkner a run for her money..