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booties: Corgi walking through the snow in his little booties (via)
 booties: Corgi walking through the snow in his little booties (via)

Corgi walking through the snow in his little booties (via)

booties: Lol, first of all. Look down at my kid and her designer shades, collar and rain booties. via @moistbuddha
 booties: Lol, first of all. Look down at my kid and her designer shades, collar and rain booties. via @moistbuddha

Lol, first of all. Look down at my kid and her designer shades, collar and rain booties. via @moistbuddha

booties: Doggy's first booties
 booties: Doggy's first booties

Doggy's first booties

booties: TONIGHT MOVIES Scoot your booties to the theaters TONIGHT for @teentitansgomovie 😎💥 TeenTitansGototheMovies TeenTitansGO
 booties: TONIGHT
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Scoot your booties to the theaters TONIGHT for @teentitansgomovie 😎💥 TeenTitansGototheMovies TeenTitansGO

Scoot your booties to the theaters TONIGHT for @teentitansgomovie 😎💥 TeenTitansGototheMovies TeenTitansGO

booties: Doggo gets new booties - heart melted
 booties: Doggo gets new booties - heart melted

Doggo gets new booties - heart melted

booties: Senior: I love you. Can we fuck? Freshman: Yeah Senior: BOONK GANG whole lotta gang shit Why do people think running a meme page is easy. This probably the worse thing to ever happen to me. Don't get me wrong I love my followers but I hate the hoes online and the fashionova promotions. I'm tired of opening my dms to " I love your page so much bro it would mean a lot to me if you shouted me out.". Most of the girls that I dm live on the other side of the world and would require me to use my nimbus to travel the seven seas for some pussy. My mom constantly on my ass about running my data up. Verizon be expensive too. My phone always dead because I'm senselessly refreshing iG to not look awkward when I'm standing near a bad bitch. Instagram be draining my battery too. My phone be over heated all the time. Phone has the inferno of 1000 hot pockets. Once your friends find out you run a meme page they switch up. All you gonna hear is "yooo bro shout me out" I don't even get a "how you doing bro" no more. When people at my school found out I ran a meme page they asked 21 questions. I don't wanna talk about my crippling depression that I use pictures with subtitles to fill that void. When I post shoutouts people be in my ass. Like damn fam can I get this 40 for this 8th about to smoke? I be seeing super sized titties, oiled up booties in thongs from these insta thots all the time but let a meme be about white people, homosexuality or feminist and I'm flagged quicker than I cum. Fuck instagram we back on MySpace.
 booties: Senior: I love you. Can we fuck?
 Freshman: Yeah
 Senior: BOONK GANG whole
 lotta gang shit
Why do people think running a meme page is easy. This probably the worse thing to ever happen to me. Don't get me wrong I love my followers but I hate the hoes online and the fashionova promotions. I'm tired of opening my dms to " I love your page so much bro it would mean a lot to me if you shouted me out.". Most of the girls that I dm live on the other side of the world and would require me to use my nimbus to travel the seven seas for some pussy. My mom constantly on my ass about running my data up. Verizon be expensive too. My phone always dead because I'm senselessly refreshing iG to not look awkward when I'm standing near a bad bitch. Instagram be draining my battery too. My phone be over heated all the time. Phone has the inferno of 1000 hot pockets. Once your friends find out you run a meme page they switch up. All you gonna hear is "yooo bro shout me out" I don't even get a "how you doing bro" no more. When people at my school found out I ran a meme page they asked 21 questions. I don't wanna talk about my crippling depression that I use pictures with subtitles to fill that void. When I post shoutouts people be in my ass. Like damn fam can I get this 40 for this 8th about to smoke? I be seeing super sized titties, oiled up booties in thongs from these insta thots all the time but let a meme be about white people, homosexuality or feminist and I'm flagged quicker than I cum. Fuck instagram we back on MySpace.

Why do people think running a meme page is easy. This probably the worse thing to ever happen to me. Don't get me wrong I love my followe...

booties: @NikoUgy The first nigga to ever beat his meat had to be like YOODOOO0OD0ODD00oo0d OO0O000000O!l! 12/11/16, 06:48 2,585 RETWEETS 3,399 LIKES This was literally me at the age of 13 June 13 2008 2:39 pm. It was a Friday and I just came home from my last day of school. My friend isiah hooked up my MySpace page so a nigga can accumulate clout. As soon as you click my profile sponegebob and Patrick, strapped up with hella bands and two bad bitches twerking with a song from my lil Wayne play mix. When you scrolled all the way to the bottom my boy threw some porn on there for the real ones who be creeping to see who's in your top 5 of friends. I had some slow ass dial up computer my mom got from the flee market. I was home watching big wet ebonys booties vol 7. Watching asses clap with force strong enough to cause a sonic boom. Everything happen so fast. I look down making eye contact like it's o time. I swear a spirit took over me and I hit my meat with a nasty 4 piece combo. My shit felt like a volcano. I tried to stop but couldn't.Ended up pulling a plaxico burgess and took a shot to the foot. My grandma pulled up to crib swiftly. I can hear her coming down the stairs slow as fuck. My whole lower body numb. Im stuck in the chair tryna clear this sin off my screen. This computer ain't shutting off. I had to drop kick the monitor to shut off. My grandma walk in like "what you doing I bought you some Burger King". I'm using the spirit energy form my anvcestors to keep me alive. Whole nut drained my power levels. I went up stairs and fucked up them bk chicken fries. Shit was prob the greatest feeling ever. Ain't nothing like that first nut. forgot to wash my hands tho.
 booties: @NikoUgy
 The first nigga to ever beat his
 meat had to be like
 YOODOOO0OD0ODD00oo0d
 OO0O000000O!l!
 12/11/16, 06:48
 2,585 RETWEETS 3,399 LIKES
This was literally me at the age of 13 June 13 2008 2:39 pm. It was a Friday and I just came home from my last day of school. My friend isiah hooked up my MySpace page so a nigga can accumulate clout. As soon as you click my profile sponegebob and Patrick, strapped up with hella bands and two bad bitches twerking with a song from my lil Wayne play mix. When you scrolled all the way to the bottom my boy threw some porn on there for the real ones who be creeping to see who's in your top 5 of friends. I had some slow ass dial up computer my mom got from the flee market. I was home watching big wet ebonys booties vol 7. Watching asses clap with force strong enough to cause a sonic boom. Everything happen so fast. I look down making eye contact like it's o time. I swear a spirit took over me and I hit my meat with a nasty 4 piece combo. My shit felt like a volcano. I tried to stop but couldn't.Ended up pulling a plaxico burgess and took a shot to the foot. My grandma pulled up to crib swiftly. I can hear her coming down the stairs slow as fuck. My whole lower body numb. Im stuck in the chair tryna clear this sin off my screen. This computer ain't shutting off. I had to drop kick the monitor to shut off. My grandma walk in like "what you doing I bought you some Burger King". I'm using the spirit energy form my anvcestors to keep me alive. Whole nut drained my power levels. I went up stairs and fucked up them bk chicken fries. Shit was prob the greatest feeling ever. Ain't nothing like that first nut. forgot to wash my hands tho.

This was literally me at the age of 13 June 13 2008 2:39 pm. It was a Friday and I just came home from my last day of school. My friend i...

booties: aislamMeveryone t will only be His mercy that f1 "Tt will only be His mercy that gently guides your hearts as one Before you were Mommy and Baba… Ladies, there will come a day when your husband walks in the door and you do not turn around. You will be preoccupied with filling up sippy cups and wiping booties. You will shout over the running bath water, “Hey! Glad you’re home.” But it won’t mean what it used to mean. It won’t be full of eager anticipation to spend time together. It will be full of expectations to aid in the demands of the family. “Glad you’re home,” will more properly translate, “Alhamdulilah for two extra hands to help me.” And “Inn sha allah, I might get five minutes alone.” Ladies, there will come a day when you spend every last ounce of yourselves on your children. The demands of life and the babies will come before any other priority. What little of yourself you have left at the end of the day will be used to crawl into bed before someone is awake to need you again. The thought of doing anything else after the children are asleep will sound impossible and your handsome husband’s happy smile had better mean he is willing to get up with the baby and nothing more. The husband that once completed your heart will be just one more person who needs you. The charming things that you fell for will go unnoticed. The daily grind will become expected. Men, there will come a time when that beautiful bride sitting next to you hasn’t showered in days. She will be at her wit’s end wearing other people’s food and poop on her clothing. She will need to hear that she is beautiful, but she won’t listen to you. She will need to know that she is still lovable, but she won’t want you near her. When you arrive home after meeting the demands of work, you will be expected to meet the demands of your family. Your wife will hear none of your exhaustion, and you will see none of hers. Men, you will call home to ask a quick question and anticipate a two-minute conversation. Half of it will be spent listening to your wife talk to your kids. As a matter of fact, you will make it no more than a few sentences in to any conversation ever before your wife spurts out direction to your children.“Don’t climb that!” or “Don’t sit on your sister!” 👇👇👇
 booties: aislamMeveryone
 t will only be His mercy that
 f1
 "Tt will only be His mercy that
 gently guides your hearts as one
Before you were Mommy and Baba… Ladies, there will come a day when your husband walks in the door and you do not turn around. You will be preoccupied with filling up sippy cups and wiping booties. You will shout over the running bath water, “Hey! Glad you’re home.” But it won’t mean what it used to mean. It won’t be full of eager anticipation to spend time together. It will be full of expectations to aid in the demands of the family. “Glad you’re home,” will more properly translate, “Alhamdulilah for two extra hands to help me.” And “Inn sha allah, I might get five minutes alone.” Ladies, there will come a day when you spend every last ounce of yourselves on your children. The demands of life and the babies will come before any other priority. What little of yourself you have left at the end of the day will be used to crawl into bed before someone is awake to need you again. The thought of doing anything else after the children are asleep will sound impossible and your handsome husband’s happy smile had better mean he is willing to get up with the baby and nothing more. The husband that once completed your heart will be just one more person who needs you. The charming things that you fell for will go unnoticed. The daily grind will become expected. Men, there will come a time when that beautiful bride sitting next to you hasn’t showered in days. She will be at her wit’s end wearing other people’s food and poop on her clothing. She will need to hear that she is beautiful, but she won’t listen to you. She will need to know that she is still lovable, but she won’t want you near her. When you arrive home after meeting the demands of work, you will be expected to meet the demands of your family. Your wife will hear none of your exhaustion, and you will see none of hers. Men, you will call home to ask a quick question and anticipate a two-minute conversation. Half of it will be spent listening to your wife talk to your kids. As a matter of fact, you will make it no more than a few sentences in to any conversation ever before your wife spurts out direction to your children.“Don’t climb that!” or “Don’t sit on your sister!” 👇👇👇

Before you were Mommy and Baba… Ladies, there will come a day when your husband walks in the door and you do not turn around. You will be...

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 heep
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AAF Freedom Girl @optimus_primette AKA M.O.A.B "Mother Of All Booties" in our Freedom Shorts 😳🇺🇸

AAF Freedom Girl @optimus_primette AKA M.O.A.B "Mother Of All Booties" in our Freedom Shorts 😳🇺🇸

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 booties: Live life as boldly as this Pug in a raincoat and booties bootiesonmyfeet inspiration . @pug.yali

Live life as boldly as this Pug in a raincoat and booties bootiesonmyfeet inspiration . @pug.yali