Bitch, I don’t NEED to cut you. I will fucking slingshot a fucking tiny bird to the base of your house and make it crumble on your head and it will hurt so fucking bad you will disappear. So you know, there won’t be a body.
This is why I love living in Vegas. My favorite part is how he drives a Kia.
Here we are again. Me posting, and you wasting your time reading it. Whatever though. It’s cool.
I haven’t been very decisive lately. It’s always one or the other or something else. There are too many unanswered questions flying through my head and even the least important questions leave me…
OH MY FUCKING GOD!
I found this after drinking a lot last night.
The points is WHO WANTS TO DATE THIS DRUNKEN WHORE?!
This should say FANTASTIC but Victoria’ Secret never has shit that says that.
Thanks, Smoke Free Nevada. I guess the kids quit believing that if you smoked one cigarette you would DIE IMMEDIATELY like they told me when I was in high school. And also that smoking weed JUST ONCE would turn you into a crack whore for sure. And then when I did those things and I didn’t die or turn into a crack whore I knew they were full of shit and never believed a goddamn thing that they said ever again.
Fucking lying liars. This shit is hilarious. I’m going to tell my kid that smoking makes you smell like shit and if you do it then you don’t get to go to prom and probably a rich guy won’t marry you because smoking is for poor people. DONE. Why the fucking drama? Kids aren’t afraid to die or be crack whores or kill puppies, they are afraid their parents will fuck up their social lives.
See, I get get the kids.
GPOYW??? No one told me about this shit. So here. This is me getting felt up by @vagstar.
She is the one with the cleavage.
Um, and her hand on my boob.
ON THE LEFT! Fuck.
