When I see Shakira all logic goes out the window. It’s like nothing but base primal urges take over. Like I’m a caveman and Shakira is my conquest but then some other bigger caveman come and bashing me in the head with his club and he takes her away.
When I see Shakira all logic goes out the window. It’s like nothing but base primal urges take over. Like I’m a caveman and Shakira is my conquest but then some other bigger caveman come and bashing me in the head with his club and he takes her away.
Those hips definitely don’t lie
I wonder if they allow pole dancing in Spanish prisons.
4k plz
Nom nom
Her hips don’t lie, or pay taxes.