What the hell are love missiles? Let's just say when Wendy Patton from Zishy stares darts at you, they are love missiles. Oh baby please shoot me with those because I am digging your cotton panties and pale white ass.
You want to be admired. You want to be at the top. Ahh that fucking Ego. That part of human nature that just won't be controlled. I wonder how much ego exists in a bee hive. We gotta work together. We gotta learn to be kinder. Let tbe beauty of Nolwenn Glass just exist.