All posts for the month August, 2015
I’m cat sitting for my neighbor while she’s having ass surgery for her chronic hemorrhoids. I think little Miss Buttercup is adorable, but I’m sure Mr. Pickles would disagree. He’s been throwing shade at her all day. But if he’s any kind of Tornado, there’s no doubt that he’ll be furry balls deep in that pussy’s pussy before Judge Judy can call her first defendant a moron.
And in 3…2…1…
I was out front working on my pick up truck and texted Mammy Tornado let her know the pizza guy was here. Holy shit, I’ve never seen that fat bitch move so fast! Within seconds of hitting send, she busted through the wall like the motherfucking Kool Aid man and scared the piss out of the delivery guy…literally! Looks like I’ll be doing some home repairs again this weekend.