“You’ll learn, as you get older, that rules are made to be broken. Be bold enough to live life on your terms, and never, ever apologize for it. Go against the grain, refuse to conform, take the road less traveled instead of the well-beaten path. Laugh in the face of adversity, and leap before you look. Dance as though EVERYBODY is watching. March to the beat of your own drummer. And stubbornly refuse to fit in.”
— Mandy Hale (The Single Woman: Life, Love, and a Dash of Sass

22 thoughts on “BE BOLD -MANDY HALE

    1. Kris, really? You need to read more of Rebbeca,!!! I will admit I´m a bit “tipsy”. But…but but, I want a but.
      Love ya both Fucking phone still does´t work, Kris man, give me one hand!


  1. You may as well place a garden bridge or foot bridge in your pool where
    you can swim below or stand on your foot bridge in case you just need to marvel on the beautiful and calm
    pool water below it.


      1. Whoa, I’ve read up on more of your previous postings. You sure are bold indeed.

        I’m very impressed with how much you share, very brave Lovers Muse hehe 😉


  2. I honestly didn;t read shit about what you wrote, I only know that you look like a strange thing, apart from that I do read you so is there something sexy today?
    O.K, I’ll tell you something sexy, I had sex today with a girl but it was this one of those that squirt the “thing” out, fucking scare me. And now I decided to get drunk, so you are heare in the lighting all full of lighting, I know you as you were born to me, now n you, nooooow you yur now mmeee,
    hasta luego


  3. Аlll people laughed making an attempt to imagine whɑt kind of celebration Mary and Joseph ɡave
    for Jesus when He wwas six. Lɑrry questioned, ?I guess he liked the sаme type of toys we like.


  4. Forgot to comment, I´m bolding, and I have to thank you for feeling sexy, I´m sexy……
    I am sexy! Sorry I was just telling myself this in the mirror.
    By the way,is that your real photo in gravatar, yo seeeexy!

    Stay Frosty gentes.


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