In between those bookends were images of bricks being tossed through windows, fists being thrown and sticks of dynamite materializing on a bed. I wrote this off over the last few decades as some sort of bizarre nightmare or hallucination, until I randomly stumbled upon the trailer on YouTube last month. Here was the woman who inspired countless nightmares of menacing girls chasing me through a field, whistling directly into my face. Though the movie still has yet to acquire a decent DVD or Blu-ray release in the states, I was able to track it down on Amazon Prime, and not only is it a masterpiece, it is flat-out chilling in its timeliness. At age 16, Rosmus participated in a nationwide essay contest where she investigated the prewar history of her hometown. The stories of heroism and defiance shared by townspeople contrasted sharply with her research through local archives, where she found that many prominent citizens had been active in the Nazi Party prior to WWII, and aided in sending an estimated Jews from Passau to concentration camps. By digging through newspaper clippings, Rosmus discovered that the editor of a local Catholic newspaper, lionized by citizens for his reputation as a resistance fighter, wrote editorials praising Hitler.
Nasty girl spread her legs and got fucked very hard in her tang
Nasty Girls by Erick S. Gray
Denise Matthews—aka Vanity—died this week, at the age of fifty-seven. It was a concept band, in that Prince envisioned a group dressed in lingerie, performing the lewdest songs imaginable. As if to prove the point, Vanity gets into some rather bizarre specifics i. Also, did I mention that Vanity has a thing for sailors?
Yo, yo, yo, yo Hey girl I like your flava Wish I could be your neighba' Must be coffee by the way you shakin your perc-u-later I'm the smooth operator Hot mommy motivator What I really wanna do Put that thing on you Butter your hot potata' Rim's spinnin' like I knew your break is You got it all give me a call I'm ballin' like the Lakers Hey ma now I won't chase ya Sweetheart ignore them haters Let's have some fun Bitty's got me on the run Come on girl get this paper. Well honey whatcha got Mr. Mans I got a lot of money I don't see no keys in my hands Could you be my nasty girl And let me do that dirty dance witchu if you want just give me money Mommy ooh whee poppy Shake that sexy body do you like what you see I just wanna nasty girl Now tell me is that nasty girl you I can love you long time. I'm in the Escalade, you in the Navigator You talkin' dirty, wanna serve me in the elevator Wanna give it to me now, not later Mommy's body was a dime, can't hate her What a brother gonna do when the bitty rolls through Who's lookin' just like Jada We hit the elevator Of course there's always haters But it didn't matter yo We were puttin' on a show Free for all your spectators Mommy threw it like a champ yo wait up Yo I didn't even know her name what!?