Many men have tried to romance Debra Smashtikovich. They have all failed. Give her flowers and she will crush them to pulp. Buy her chocolates and she will beat them back into coco beans. Write her poetry and she will eat the paper it is written on and defecate it as a fully-formed Black Oak.What It Says About Me: "I want to look good. If that means working out, tanning, and shooting horse hormone into my ass cheeks, so be it."
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