oh dudes,
let me tell you, there is something completly liberating about screaming into a telephone (safe from the dangerous of this beasts wrath) "LISTEN UP YOU CAMEL-TOE SPORTIN' FAT CUNT...I FUCKED YOUR BOYFRIEND." and then hanging up. then receiving a phone call moments later from a friend who saw her cry after i told her that.
i fucking rule.
she had it coming.
let me tell you, there is something completly liberating about screaming into a telephone (safe from the dangerous of this beasts wrath) "LISTEN UP YOU CAMEL-TOE SPORTIN' FAT CUNT...I FUCKED YOUR BOYFRIEND." and then hanging up. then receiving a phone call moments later from a friend who saw her cry after i told her that.
i fucking rule.
she had it coming.
alice:
know what else is liverating? fucking with telemarketers, flipping off and yelling at stupid men who yell stupid things at anything that has a vagina, and not wearing a bra (when it's not hot outside cuz boob sweat feels gross).
twelvis:
you couldn't rock more, you know