Posted by: shanty | August 24, 2007

Anna, Anna, Anna, Anna, Anna Nicole…

I still miss her… 

“A ghost would crawl up my leg and have sex with me. I used to think it was my boyfriend, and one day I woke up and it wasn’t. I was freaked out about it, but then I was like, ‘Well, you know what? He’s never hurt me, and he just gave me some amazing sex, so I have no problem.'”

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