ooo.. Nasty thoughts. Will prolly need a PG stamp on this post. Kidding lol. Of random thoughts that graced my mind as I type this insecure post.
Nuff said, as I go teary eyes in front of my chummies of recent event and mega catastrophic that even Rachel Berry from Glee wouldn’t find a decent song to sing for.
I’m being sarcastic enough that the mere motion of plugging a jagged saw into my heart wont even hurt a tiny bit.
Yeah yeah rite, let the queen bee buzzes her way outta the emergency door. If we’re lucky she’ll jump the twenty store building in a fury delicacy and we’ll see her smashing smashed up face in Daily’s front page.
“I shant tell you how much it will be a pleasure of mine to drove my cart onto your face.”
I need a Kleenex. FAST!!
Arthur dear, I need you to go to the asylum and convinced the people there that we need a reservation for you. Could you please be kind enough and do it?
“Sorry to bust your bubbles, I don’t date girls with mosquito bite boobs.”
Charm the charmers who charmed the charming Charmangle