penelopelee

Bleeeeeeeeeeeehhhhh senderrasts. it all comes in one easy to not like color, pop up god in a new window, fagless, forever wine-scum drivel bum-tickler, down through no way gains the brain-bruise smear equation, homing in on a hand-crafted family oriented pants down clinique, hosted by a crypto-fascist self-actualized dog-helmet from Carbunkle named Pauline whose own shine was commended by the Peoples Republic of Not Over There but Not-Next-To-Either-Instead, who did conversely half-applaud and harangue with such sincere abrasion, like the last night when Mattington came home from a night of booze-slutting and asked me hey what are you doing, I was so sick and delerious in bed, not knowing what I was saying, I told him we had to go see the Ninja Turtles Films 1 and 2 because they just came out, and that I am going to die like Jim Henson for refusing to seek treatment for a dead crucified throat from Streptacarousel of Sin, like ya can't rap me, stickin twist, non uthin and and everything a day like 3 baths.

i got my frisk undies today, and they fit. i'm trying to figure out how they fit me and not you. maybe we have different standards for fittingness.
you look stunning in that pic, btw.