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| I hope my hair isn't messed up...I hope my shirt isn't wrinkled...oh no, my earring is gone...I need a necklace! | |
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| I hope my breath is good...O.K. I am ready...wait...my lipstick is smeared on my face a little, gotta fix that. | |
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| Did I take my Nelly CD out of the car...it might have melted. IT IS FUCKING HOT OUTSIDE! | |
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| I suspect that the ESPN news anchorman is an evil leprechan and should be left dormant between my grandma's fat rolls. | |
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| I hope those four mysterious red dots on my ballsack aren't affecting the way I can open my eyes underwater! | |
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| HOLY SHIT! YOU ARE A HOT BITCH! I WILL SMEAR SOMETHING ON YOUR FACE! BOOYAH, YOU SEXY, SEXY WOMAN OF GOD! These black lines aren't going to keep me away from you, over there. | |
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