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I picked up my new glasses.

Here's the photo:



You may all now commence commenting on:
a) Vuboq's SuperCuteness,
2) Vuboq's SuperCute New Eyeglasses,
III) Good Lord Vuboq has Big Lips, and/or
d) Why Does Vuboq Still Have Zits at Age 37?

*smooches*

Comments

  1. em nadim10:36 AM

    This look is HOT HOT HOT!

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  2. J and E10:53 AM

    VUBOQ! You have to change your name to HUBOQ! (HOT!)

    those look great on you!

    i join you in the questioning about zits. I have this huge one on my chin. if you saw how big it is you would laugh at me.

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  3. Tomokito11:02 AM

    Ⅲ

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  4. Chelsea2:03 PM

    Very "you".

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  5. goblinbox2:08 PM

    a) The supercuteness is so supercute I can't believe they don't name a fucking day after you!!!
    2) Your new frames kick ass. Love them.
    III) I bet they look good wrapped around a... um. Yeah.
    d) Because bacteria are BITCHEZ.

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  6. CT4:07 PM

    The kind of frames that only VUBOQ could pull off. ^-^ *applauds*

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  7. BOSSY5:17 PM

    Don't worry dearie, Bossy still has pimples too, and clearly Bossy is three hundred and nine.

    Anyway - cute frames. Did anyone ever tell you that?

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  8. diablo8:01 AM

    the glasses do not look as flamboyantly queer in real life as they do in the photos - only 50% truman capote! the zits, hmmm, not enough sex?

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  9. GayProf11:34 AM

    A) VUBOQ is supercute.

    2) The new glasses are very trendy and make VUBOQ look like a high-paid eyewear model.

    III) Big lips can be handy...

    d) Do we not use a quality astringent?

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  10. Anonymous2:11 AM

    Wow. I wish I look that hot at 37.

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  11. vuboq11:18 AM

    everyone: Thanks for all the positive comments! I love it when people respond to my desperate desire to have my ego stroked. *smooches*

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