Hayden Panettiere’s dog is so lucky. He has a fresh set of implants to sleep on…
My dog’s pillow is my obese housemaid’s gunt…but I’m convinced the cat just hangs there because it smells like raw sewage, cheese, seafood products and kitchen garbage.

But this isn’t about me. This is about Hayden Panettiere’s implants. Implants that changed the game from her and made her a girl. They balanced out her broad back and shoulders. But the one issue I have with her implants is that unlike every single girl I’ve met with implants, she doesn’t fucking show them off, nipples out, begging us to grab them, because they are just like buying a new bike, car, or whatever…but not to her, to her they are sacred…and that reminds me why I hate her.

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