So I'm sitting in the salon and one of the women (who was probably almost 60 or around that age) somehow Madonna came up (won't describe how) and she mentioned how much she loved her and not like 10 minutes later Hung Up plays on their radio channel.
So I'm sitting in the salon and one of the women (who was probably almost 60 or around that age) somehow Madonna came up (won't describe how) and she mentioned how much she loved her and not like 10 minutes later Hung Up plays on their radio channel.
MadonnAllah is watching.
Whatchu doing in the salon, getting a nice little haircut?
Is it the glitter on her breast or the gloss on her lips? Hickeys on the chest or the toss of her hips?
I just know the lurkers of this hallowed thread would love nothing more than to tear me to verbal shreds and leave me to drown in my own embarrassment and mortification for admitting it, but I really don't think anyone can comprehend how much I truly love Glitter.
Is it the glitter on her breast or the gloss on her lips? Hickeys on the chest or the toss of her hips?
I just know the lurkers of this hallowed thread would love nothing more than to tear me to verbal shreds and leave me to drown in my own embarrassment and mortification for admitting it, but I really don't think anyone can comprehend how much I truly love Glitter.
MadonnAllah is watching.
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