I’m back mf’ers. Shit’s been crazy for me. As you can imagine, I’ve been jetsetting all over the place this summer. NYC is treating me well but there is a major problem in my life. Uncle Joey won’t stop sexting me. JK but serious, Ashley is still a bitch. I started doing yoga and my instructor gave me a list of things to do and not do. You know I don’t like pricks hating on me so this shit ain’t gonna fly. Top of the list, stop smoking. I’m a modern woman and I clearly don’t give a fuck. I looked him squarely in the face and said “Larry King Elbow… you’re gonna have to fuck off.”
She totally shares a glimpse into her glamorous life. She’s been featured in Front magazine which is a glory hole boner jam. Go to her blog, cycle through a few pages then go do some “coloring” Samantha Jones style.
So I was born in the mid 80's and missed all the badass shit that happened during the decade. Shit like Michael Jackson when he was black. You know how important he was/is? I mean he basically is the Nostradamus of the recent zombie movement. You can't predict stuff like that. Anyways, I'm the Kelly Slater of the web and I stumbled upon this righteous gem of a video. The kid in the beginning, who busts out the robot, I wanted more of that shit, that Michael Jackson type shit.
I’ve been killing it down in the delta. I’m a road warrior. On a negative note, I lost my keys on the interstate. On a positive note, they can be replaced.
I’m up in Fay chillin like a villain, slangin rocks and beer obv. So I hopped over to Feltner Bros. for some dog action. This shit is so so tits you gotsta try it. Chicago Style Hotdog: poppy seed bun, beef dog, sweet relish, mustard, tomato, sport peppers, red onions, and LOVE. The bros who own this place are kin to the folks who started Whataburger. You know that song love in yo mouth? This dog is it.