Sometimes all it takes is a picture of a hot model like Edita Vilkeviciute enjoying her coffee at the kitchen table to remind you how much your life sucks… YOu know taping into some 1960s, black and white, simpler time, image you expected for yourself… You know, like it’s out of an old movie you saw back when you had hope and thought maybe your kitchen table would have a set of legs like this, the morning after you came inside her, early in your whirlwind romance… But instead the only legs your kitchen table have are duct taped back on, because your fat wife puts her fatness into her eating and the table can’t support the shit… I don’t know why, these Edita Vilkeviciute speak to my cold black heart…they make me believe in love, at least with someone who is a top model with legs like this…simulating a marriage you’d probably want to have since it’s better than what you have….
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Edita Vilkeviciute for Holiday Magazine of the
