I don’t know if I’ve said this before, but I assume I have because I’ve been running this site, wasting my days like a hamster on his wheel, day after day, without any real reward, except maybe the day impending death strikes, which for me it never does – No Emo.

What I’m trying to say is that Elle Macpherson is the original pussy I got into in 1989 during my love affair with the SI Swimsuit Edition VHS someone gave me, and that love affair, one that has lasted off and on for the last 23 years, one sided yet just as passionate as if she knew who I fucking was and invited me into her big mom vagina that apparently is itchy from the puberty hair that is probably not called puberty hair once you hit a certain age growing in…or maybe it’s just herpes…

Either way, just as amazing as the first time I saw her hard nipple in a see through top as she giggled with her Aussie accent.

Love motherfuckers. Stop reading up on it. Start to live it.

In the event you don’t come to this site often, don’t get confused by this post, I really have no soul, emotions and feel strongly that love doesn’t exist, especially not to a bitch I jerked off to many years ago, but Elle Macpherson’s itchy pussy does exist and that counts for something….

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