Te amo, Selena. How much does the minxy hot Selena Gomez torture me. Ever looking more sextastic. Ever returning to the infected clutches of The Devil’s Midget like a mind enslaved victim of some horrible hypnosis. Selena, I wish I could quit you. But, just look at you in your shorts and knee high boots. Boots! I love boots. And on those toned alluring legs of yours that seem to defy your very petite stature. I’m deeply in lust. We just need to fix this one ever so itchy problem that smothers you like a small wet blanket.
Just say the word Selena and I will pack your little Svengali up in a tiny FedEx box and ship him back to Canada, by way of Antarctica. Then we can more cleanly be together and discuss how your Daisy Dukes and boots are really making me feel. Enjoy.