All posts for the month February, 2015
My pussy MIGHT have an odor to it, but I wouldn’t say it stinks! This bitch had the audacity to walk into a public restroom and make such a scene over the “alleged” mix of ass and twat smells permeating the room. Newsflash bitch! This is the fucking Walmart shitter, not the perfume counter at Macy’s!
Pull those capris down and I bet your baby maker stinks too! And furthermore…who the fuck is wearing capris in February?! Go back to the Pottery Barn, skank wad! #overprivilegedwhitebitchescansuckmyclam
I have been given a new nickname: “Jabba Jane Goodall” for when I’m on the prowl, trying to sneak a peek at those hot homos who frequent the trails at pickle park! I don’t shoot to kill, but I do carry a tranquilizer gun…. so Run, rabbit run!!!
I want to tranquilize one…or two…so I can make them love me while chained to a support beam in my garage!!
Eventually…their being there won’t be against their will. Here’s hoping that Stockholm Syndrome kicks in sooner than later!
One woman’s trash is another woman’s afternoon snack!
I could smell a doughnut a mile away…Like a piggy to a truffle!
I tore that bag open within 3 seconds of the shop worker dropping it to the curb and devoured its contents before they could swat at me with a broom.
(Only a few of them touched pavement. I’ll take those home for Tammy and Christopher.)