Once upon a time there was a girl who really loved guinea pig it was me the end shirt and crew neck sweatshirt
- 5.3 oz., pre-shrunk 100% cotton
- Dark Heather is 50/50 cotton/polyester
- Sport Grey is 90/10 cotton/polyester
- Double-needle stitched neckline, bottom hem and sleeves
- Seven-eighths inch seamless collar
- Shoulder-to-shoulder taping
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Once upon a time there was a girl who really loved guinea pig it was me the end shirt
Well I found that woman that God sent me. Funny everything I ask for she had. The only problem was she was looking for man with a whole lot more money that I would ever have. So I’m back to dating whore with then you know there after money no big deal. Just saying. In time every one finds that special someone that will do anything to make you smile. I found it and there’s nothing more thrilling than the thought of someone Once upon a time there was a girl who really loved guinea pig it was me the end shirt who is willing to do anything to make you smile. Don’t look and he will jump out at you. That’s just how it happens. I think one of the problems is, is that some people’s wants for material things outweigh the want for a “perfect” man. Ladies, he doesn’t exist. He is like a unicorn. I say this because I am a man.
Men are not perfect, as some of them pretend to be. Problem is, they can only pretend for so long, then their real self presents itself. There are a lot of great guys out there that would treat a woman exceptionally well but the basic woman wants more than the nice guy. They lean towards the bad guy image, thinking it would be fun and all, when most of the time, that’s all it is, an image. I know, I was the bad guy. Long hair, earrings, ripped jeans. Looking like a rock star. But that was and still is who I am today. Got rid of the long hair and earrings but still the same guy. I never pretended to be anything that I wasn’t. Don’t want to seem like I’m bragging, but women were chasing me around. They didn’t do that before I moved away for awhile and had short hair, no earrings and such.