Can we please fucking talk about something else around here? I mean if you're going have your mind consumed with something then, for the love of balls, let it be about something good. Or minty. Seriously, you guys have a problem. WTF. I have to think of a new diet plan. Currently I walk around my house in a bikini so that every time I catch a glimpse of myself in a mirror I stick my finger down my throat. I have tons of mirrors up in my house, maybe one on every wall. I have to because I'm gorgeous and I was told that's what the beautiful people do. Just kidding about the purging thing, btw, you're forgetting I'm also very cheap. Anyway, you'd be surprised to find out that I somehow became a total lightweight when it comes to booze and that all of a sudden one pint has me acting like I did on a half dozen dirties. I mostly blame the running and you should too. Please don't be disappointed. ps-ruffies still work on me. I should be leaving for Vegas tonight but fucking shocker-I'm not.
Here is where I was going to show you me as the Mad Hatter on Halloween but I can't because it's too fucking funny mostly because my nipple was showing.
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...except that my dad noted my mom's contractions on Taco Bell stationary before she birthed me.
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i dunno if i am losing weight - but my belt is hanging after i already puncheded a new hole in it. maybe you need a girlfriend. it's working for me.
also, about the picture ...freaking is not a crime - but teasing is.
you were going to vegas?
iphone.
oh and it's your fucking turn on scrabble.
Like showing your nipple is something new.
i haven't had carbs all week so tonight after work i went for a pint of stella and guinness steak + mushroom crock with dirty mashed potatoes. Then I pooped in my pants a little on the subway.
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