and then there was a party. a work'n. ju, my dad was supposed to be my date but he caught a mean case a the sicks. so my good pal hen came with me instead. for whatever reason, silly or not. i was pretty terrified to go alone. odd? yes. but shit, ya'll. i'm not completely made of balls. i have other soft squishy parts too.
me and hen. i look like a used q-tip.
and ass always... i was a perfect picture of grace and class.
i need a lobotomy. and some toner.
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