Reeeeeedddddddd!
I'd trust you with my taxes...and my vagina.
Rough me up...red style.
You know those redheaded, bearded hipsters that everyone hates? I want to sit on their faces.
Michael...my heart is yours.
He could get tough with my mud.
I'd go to his show.
I'd meet his parents.
Read me a book, please.
Praise Jesus.
Our Love Child, all grown up... :) Mommy loves you!