Michea Crawford is a babe….a babe who reminds me that one of life’s greatest tragedies is that I didn’t stand outside her apartment screaming her name…or singing love songs I wrote about her…before she moved from Montreal to become the next big thing who hasn’t hit yet…but who will hit soon enough…I’m talking Victoria’s Secret…Sports Illustrated…I am convinced…cuz she’s amazing… Well it’s too late to cry over spilt milk…I can just admire her from afar…and my love song stalking probably woulda got me arrested…so I guess it worked out better this way….for all parties involved… I’m used to failing…it’s kinda my thing…
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Michea Crawford is a Babe Pain de Sucre Swimwear of the Day
