Find a flaw

Find a flaw.

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Her penis

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Gold digging attention whore.

She's a filthy lying white

A filthy LYING whore

She's terrible pre teen crap and she has the body of a 12 year old boy with long legs

her teeths, not joking and i'm not being an asshole, nobody is perfect but you told me to find a flaw, and she hav horse teeths

>implying you wouldn't give her the good succ

She probably voted for Trump

It's still a flaw

Her lack of butt. She would almost be a strong 9 if she had a butt.

What's with you niggers and asses?

He asked for flaws.

Disagreed, pham.

Her personality
Her lyrics

Yea what's with asses I like smashing into her bone when I'm fucking

Fucking tard

She voted for Trump.

She is white

t. Virginia

Well, honestly, I prefer small butts. It's just Taylor is lacking even that. Which is a shame because her legs are perfect, but they lead to straight to her back. She's all back.

hairy arms
no ass
face of a boy
way out of my league

>she has the body of a 12 year old boy with long legs
Excuse me but OP was looking for flaws

Long legs are bed?
Are you a manlet?

t. a nigger

Not even a yank.

she isn't suffocating me with her feet

>small tits
>no ass
>liar

I went above and beyond there's 3

hasn't been blacked yet

She only has one good album

english motherfucker, do you speak it?

her music is bad and she's a two-faced, lying bitch

No boobs no ass. Would kissu though.

She makes shitty music.

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She's not sitting on my face.

Her music.

>flaw

she hasn't been blacked yet

She's not Carly Rae Jepsen

voted for Trump

which one do you think that is?

nice troll, since this is obviously incorrect

is too famous to have a normal life, can't land a comfortable relationship, voted for Trump

She's totally a monarch slave

>driving down a desolate country road, nothing but long green fields in all directions
>up ahead you see what looks like an old, beat-up truck pulled off the road with hood up and the driver’s door open
>as you pass by you hear the engine turning over and see Taylor Swift in the driver’s seat
>she looks up hopefully at you as you drive past, desperate for help
>you pull over and walk towards her truck
>Taylor smiles at you happily as you walk towards the cab
>when you reach the open door you see she’s wearing a beautiful short black dress
>she’s kicked off her heels and pushed them under the seat
>“Hi…” she says nervously, brushing her hair behind her ear
>“Um, my truck just died on me, do you know anything about fixing cars?”
>“Here’s what happens when I try to start it”
>Tay presses the gas pedal all the way down, her bare foot arched on the pedal
>she turns the key and cranks the engine and starts pumping the gas pedal desperately
>she rocks back and forth with the motion, her hair bobbing up and down as she stares into the dash, her mouth half agape in concentration
>she stops, sighs, and looks at you, brushing her now-messy hair behind her ear again
>you lie and tell her you can help, then go stand in front of the open hood
>you don’t know shit about cars and stand there pretending to fix something

>go back to the door and tell her to try again
>Taylor desperately works the gas pedal and bounces up and down again
>“Come on baby,” she urges sweetly as the engine turns over desperately
>you continually pretend to fix something on her truck and tell her to keep trying
>Tay seems to really appreciate your help even though it’s not working
>you assure her you’ll get it this time and go back to the front of the truck
>this time Taylor gets out of the truck and follows you, eyeing you with a sly smile
>she knows you haven’t been doing anything
>“So what do we do now?” she asks bashfully, leaning on the fender next to you
>you don’t know what to do and you’re nervous
>you nervously stammer you’ve tried everything you can think of
>“Well what did you do?” she asks, squinting at you skeptically
>blank
>uhhhhhhh…
>she rolls her eyes exaggeratedly and smiles
>“Well I guess I could try again,” she says, walking back to the door
>Taylor tries to start the truck again, coaxing it extra sweetly this time
>it doesn’t start
>Taylor moans disappointedly and rests her head on the steering wheel, facing you
>she stares into your eyes as she slowly rubs the pedal up and down with her bare foot
>“Would YOU start for me if I did that to YOU?” she asks, biting her lip
>“I bet you would”