Deimante Guobyte In A Black Bikini At The Beach In Miami

By Lex April 03, 2014 @ 10:06 AM

Deimante Guobyte In A Black Bikini At The Beach In Miami

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Deimante Guobyte In A Red Bikini At The Beach In Miami

By Lex March 21, 2014 @ 10:31 AM

Deimante Guobyte In A Red Bikini At The Beach In Miami

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Deimante Guobyte in A Bikini

By Lex March 18, 2014 @ 6:15 PM

Deimante Guobyte In A White Bikini At The Beach In Miami
I’m getting really fucking close to learning this girls name. I’m perhaps one solid wardrobe malfunction away from assigning the frontal lobe power required to pronounce a foreign name. It’s too late for the current generation, but it would be nice if we started limiting the number of girl names worldwide. We could just call the oblong and unattractive babies, Lena, the middling girls we’d rely on someday to fix our computers, Nancy, and the genetically blessed girls we could call something exotic like Miranda. It would simplify life immensely. Questions like, ‘Hey, have you seen Lena?’ would elicit the response ‘No, why would I want to?’ until such time as people just stopped asking the question. People might still say, ‘Do you know where Nancy is?’ to which everyone would respond, ‘No, why, is your WiFi not connecting?’. Everybody will ask about Miranda, and she’ll pretend she can’t find dates.

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Deimante Guobyte In A Black Bikini At The Beach In Miami

By Lex March 11, 2014 @ 12:50 PM

Deimante Guobyte In A Black Bikini At The Beach In Miami

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Deimante Guobyte In A Blue Bikini At The Beach In Miami

By Lex March 05, 2014 @ 11:36 AM

Deimante Guobyte In A Blue Bikini At The Beach In Miami

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Deimante Guobyte In A Striped Bikini

By Lex February 28, 2014 @ 6:01 PM

Deimante Guobyte In A Striped Bikini At The Beach In Miami
I can’t begin to pronounce this girl’s name. I bet if I were Lithuanian, I could speak it effortlessly and hold my potato-brewed liquor four times better. She’s a model currently dating Maxwell, whose name I can pronounce but I have little fucking clue who he is. I know he sings that song This Woman’s Work that becomes so falsetto at some point that the sperm in your epididymis actually begin to weep. I guess these two deserve each other. Actually, I deserve her, but Maxwell gets her because otherwise I’d be happy. We can’t have that.

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