And a “let’s take a little break, not a breakup” button, for when someone gets obsessed with something super annoying, like Twilight.
(Sorry about that. I never get to make “your mom” jokes.)
People. Y’all wanna know WHY there’s no “dislike” button?
Because it’s one thing to condone lazy approval.
It is another thing ENTIRELY to condone lazy, passive aggressive, oh and BTW I did your mom and you can’t prove otherwise disapproval.
No, seriously.
If you want to disagree/rebut/refute/debate/disparage someone else’s post, you should have to TYPE ACTUAL WORDS.
Yes. WORDS.
Otherwise it’s too easy.
But my hands are always so tired from diddling your mom; it’s hard to type.
Goddammit, I just spit Lucky Charms all over myself.
You know what else is “magically delicious?”
Your mom.
You know who likes a mouthful of essential vitamins and minerals?
Your mom.
People. Y’all wanna know WHY there’s no “dislike” button?
Because it’s one thing to condone lazy approval.
It is another thing ENTIRELY to condone lazy, passive aggressive, oh and BTW I did your mom and you can’t prove otherwise disapproval.
No, seriously.
If you want to disagree/rebut/refute/debate/disparage someone else’s post, you should have to TYPE ACTUAL WORDS.
Yes. WORDS.
Otherwise it’s too easy.
But my hands are always so tired from diddling your mom; it’s hard to type.
Goddammit, I just spit Lucky Charms all over myself.
From Halloween, in which Evil Sara laced my corset all the way shut and made my boobs do THIS. Men stopped, turned around and came back to look. I got high fives. I had to watch a couple on a date be awkward because the dude stared at my tits all the way through dinner. I distracted women. I’m so glad I finally bought a real, steel-boned corset.
For rascoagogo: Attacking a large city with laser beam eyes.
Sweeeeet! If anyone is a V and secretly a lizard robed in human flesh, it’s Pat Robertson.
Nothing sells snack packs like a nice dick joke
bdsm:fetishdesign:playhardfuckharder:lightero:stolze:Hmmmmm….
Maybe this is the November to skip NaNo. I am in a funk, and I think photography might have gobbled up my creative energy over the last year. Feh. I had a general plot sketched out and characters thought up and everything.
| (Bree is a nanny and would never dress her own future children as tiny, sparkly princesses) | |
| Bree: | I hate taking Hayden out in her Diva and Cheerleader shirts. |
| Me: | Aaaahahaha you're *that* mom |
| B: | Yeah exactly. Plus I only make it worse by dressing like a mom who doesn't care anymore. |
| M: | Former cheer captain mom, ftw |
| B: | It's very likely people assume horrible things about my vagina |
| M: | Like that whole teams used it? That it needs rejuvination? Or that maybe you've given up on any sort of maintenance plan? |
| B: | That maybe this is what a retired slut looks like. |
| M: | We should write a movie or sitcom starring you |
| B: | We should. Really not a bad idea. It could be like MXC meets Juno. |
| M: | I'll set up the account in the Caymans, you get hilariously knocked up? |