Bubba Crypto

@Disco_Girly So Beautiful 😍

Yesterday I was accused of glory hunting male attention - I am not that person 😬 But that comment led me to spiral and delete my favourite photo one I am so proud of - 9 months post surgery and finally got my hair back .. until youve walked in my shoes don’t judge. Be Kind 💜💜

@TheTea69420 @XCommander999 @Chud_Benis @Breaking911 I understand but legacy isn’t tied to real estate it’s tied to wealth.

@BubbaCrypto007 @XCommander999 @Chud_Benis @Breaking911 No I mean legacy, your family history, being tied to something more than material. Sure if they had just moved there take the money but that has been their family's land for generations

A Kentucky family has declined a $26 million offer to sell their farmland for an AI data center. “If it’s my way, I’ll stay and hold and feed a nation. $26 million doesn’t mean anything.”

@NeverteIImeodd She might be hiding cause she ain’t got any clothes on…lol

@ronrunning @XCommander999 @Chud_Benis @Breaking911 Well obviously they will go somewhere else

@BubbaCrypto007 @XCommander999 @Chud_Benis @Breaking911 If that’s the case why don’t the data center go buy that land

@TheTea69420 @XCommander999 @Chud_Benis @Breaking911 You mean like feeding people which now you could feed double the amount you were before…lol 🤦🏻‍♂️. Some people are just stubborn and can’t see the opportunity in front of them.

@BubbaCrypto007 @XCommander999 @Chud_Benis @Breaking911 Evidence that America is morally bankrupt. There are things more important than money

@XCommander999 @Chud_Benis @Breaking911 With that cash they could buy twice the amount of land a county over and have a bigger farm more efficient and still pocket 10 Million.

@Chud_Benis @Breaking911 If you take cash over assets, you are an idiot. That’s why 99% of people are not part of the 1%.

@_Jo_pu Yep..😍

@_Jo_pu 🎂Happy Birthday 🎉 Joanne….you don’t look a day over 25 😘

@AnnaKKraken You look Stunning 😍…sent ya a message

I am already at work. Wearing the only work appropriate green shirt that I own for St. Patrick’s Day. ☘️ Luck o’ the Irish to have the snow plowed enough to work today. Happy St. Patrick’s Day! ☘️ The Irish pub below my office is already jamming to Dropkick Murphy’s! It’s going to be a good day!

@AnnaKKraken Who needs luck when you have Beauty…😘

I used to hunt for these and I’ve found at least 3 in my lifetime. You’d think I’d be luckier. ☘️

@_Jo_pu Don’t go messing with perfection sweetheart. 😍

@AnnaKKraken Your smile is absolutely intoxicating….Stunning.

The Boob Manifesto: Field Notes from the Front Lines Writing The Boob Manifesto has caused me to reflect on the truly astonishing things people have said to me over the years about my chest. Apparently, once a woman crosses a certain cup-size threshold, society feels licensed to conduct open commentary. Let’s begin in middle school. 7th grade. I was a varsity track star and state champion sprinter. Life was simple. Run fast. Win races. Avoid homework. One day after practice, a boy looked at me with scientific curiosity and asked: “Do you get black eyes when you run from your breasts punching you in the face?” Ah, yes. The great medical mystery of adolescent athletics. I calmly explained that I wore makeup daily to cover the bruising. Dipshit. Later, a well-meaning friend offered this thoughtful life advice: “Your breasts are too big. You should really get a reduction. How do you stand them?” At the time I considered this carefully. But eventually I realized that keeping them seemed easier than undergoing major surgery simply to make other people more comfortable. So I kept them. We’ve grown into a fond friendship over the years. Fast forward to roughly 2016. I exit a bathroom stall at a bar, minding my business, when I discover two women standing outside the door staring at me like museum curators who have just discovered an artifact. One of them blurts out: “Can we feel them? They’re amazing. Are they real?” Now listen. I’m a friendly person. But this was not the sort of request one expects immediately after washing their hands. “Yep,” I said. “They’re real.” Why this seemed like a hands-on educational opportunity for them remains unclear. Then there was Houston. I had been dating a man for a few weeks when he invited me to dinner with his family. First meeting. Big moment. Everyone gathers at a Mongolian grill. At the table are his mother and father in their seventies and his uncle in his eighties. We slide into a booth. Menus open. Water arrives. Two minutes pass. His mother studies me carefully and then asks, in front of the entire table: “Are those things real?” I paused. “Yep,” I said. “Corn-fed and home-grown.” The table went silent. Then burst into laughter. To this day I remain unsure why my chest has been treated like a public referendum for decades. But if there is one thing I’ve learned, it’s this: When you are excessively well-endowed, apparently everyone believes they are entitled to ask follow-up questions. They are not. But they will.

@_Jo_pu I’d love to do a photography shoot of you…inbox me if you’re interested

@_Jo_pu Stunning 😍….you should be modeling!

@hshLauraJ Heavenly

Fat or not?? 🤔🤔

@_Jo_pu That smile is Beautiful 😍

@_Jo_pu I’d love to do a photo shoot of you…would you be interested?

@_Jo_pu Sent ya a dm…check your inbox

@_Jo_pu So beautiful 😍

@_Jo_pu You are just Stunning 😍