Sunday, November 16, 2008

The lion the midget and the wardrobe

Thirteen to fifteen... Isn't that when you get pubes?
Do you tell your husband that you don't like your kid?
Do you do something about it?
Boarding school?
What if you're poor?
Beat them until they apply for scholarships. Duh.
I hate midgets in mini vans that are inscribed with "coffee addict" signs.
I need to urinar.
I make verbs.
During the week I have gone a 1000 calorie a day diet.
I eat mostly fruit... and don't cunt that for calories.
You crazy.
Half and half... a creamer, my favorite race.
Eurasians are beautiful.
I went over with my friend sky to this mudd hole.
Mudd, like the jeans.
Your mudd hole shows through your jeans.
That is taboo in some communities.
Pink sock.
I depende.
I want dirk diggler's cock to be a fishing pole, for cod.
Cod is god, like Oprah... why do we always blog about Oprah.
Because her and Rob Low's houses might burn down.
Box means cooch.
Lesbians have box.
I just think lesbians have box.
I have lesbians in my box -- D.

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