bill-swift - December 1, 2016
Curse you, Bradley Cooper. I mean, for so much in the past, and for now knocking up Irina Shayk. That was supposed to be my job. Not that it was promised in writing, but I do believe Irina and I made a virtual pact through telepathic connections that I was to make many babies with her. At least I received those messages repeatedly. It's possible our wires got crossed.
Irina was showing off a big of the belly growing in her walk down the fashion cat walk for Victoria's Secret. That made it hard to hide her state of reproductiveness. It's not as if these wicked hot models decide to binge on french fries and cheeseburgers the weekend before the show and put on a paunch. It's always a baby. Still so damn hot. After I punch that lucky bastard Bradley Cooper in the kidneys, Irina, you and I can do what women do when crazy horny from the hormones and I'm similar but just from lack of any human interaction. Make more! Enjoy.
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