Check out my sweet floral patterns.
I be wrapping boys up like pigs in blankets.
Sometimes looking at pretty people makes me sad.
I have clocked over seven hours of 90210 today and the line between television and reality is becoming blurred and my body is confused.
Call me Isaac Newton cause I can make dat ass drop.
Well I never thought I’d be attracted to Hank McCoy…but there you have it.
I start brushing my teeth and I turn around and sort of like, half sit half lean on the counter. So when the paste is foaming up and it is time to spit, I think to myself, “Ugh, I’m too exhausted to even stand up again and turn around to spit. Wouldn’t it be so much easier if I could just swallow this and spit it out my butt (into the sink)?”
I think I’m going to refer to poops as butt spits from now on.