This is going to be one of those “flow of consciousness” posts. I work everyday and rarely get a day off. Today being a national holiday, gave me an excuse to not answer the phone when clients were stalking me. I worked in the yard for 7-straight-hours instead— ’cause I’m a rock star.
Retarded. Sunburnt. Rock star.
Retarded, sunburnt, rock star, that jaded all the neighbors with her lil’ whorey bikini top! SLUT!
Take that-you mother fuckers with the perfectly manicured lawns! TITTY! You may have no dandelions and perfect edging but my hoe’s not out hovering to-and-fro tryin’ to catch a glimpse of yo‘ ass. (totally trying to make myself feel better for my shitty lawn)
*sigh* *wine gulp* *burp* *fart* *yawn*
Here’s pictures of Shakira ’cause I happened upon them and she’s fuckin’ HAAAAWT!!!
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1 schmallison // May 27, 2008 at 12:26 pm
I, TOO, think of Shakira when I’m drunk! Yowza!
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