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September 3, 2014 | celebrity | Lex Jurgen | 0 Comments
I’ll take a girl who accidentally flashes her panties over a woman who demands ten Armenian drams to cow punch her snatch any day. I prefer the mystery and the unexpected. Natalie Dormer fled the GQ Awards with her British counterparts when GQ leased their soul to Beelzebub and named Kim Kardashian Woman of the Year. This is the kind of social offense that used to lead to world wars. Natalie climbed into those deep seated cabs they employ in London so photographers can take pictures up girls dresses. Pretty fucking genius really. I’d rip the trophy right out of Kim’s hands and hand it to Natalie if it weren’t for Kim’s iron tight grasp around anything shiny.
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