So, I decided to experiment with not being the snarky, smart-ass bitch that I usually portray on fb....and instead be a funny, tight-lipped individual....well, that lasted about all of 9 hours.
I actually had a request to be a bitch. I mean, a request? To be a bitch? That's golden. That's like words I need to put on a tshirt or a bumpersticker. A bitch request? Coming right up. I aim to please...
I know I should reign myself in at times...but I thoroughly enjoy not having a mouth filter. I am so effing giddy when I can tell I have obviously shocked someone by my mindless bantering of pubic hairs and gay men donning hoop skirts....come on! Where's your sense of humor? Obviously stuck in your ass.
I am pretty much convinced I was put on this earth to babble about body parts and other unmentionables....I love that word: unmentionables....ha ha...we're not talking panties, kids....we're talking boobs...and big, saggy, ugly boobs....MY boobs.....To all you itty-bitty-titty-committee girls: I am searching for some back alley doctor that would be happy to transfer some of my bodacious boobage into your mosquito bite chest humps....it could happen. Until then, I will roll or stuff them in my boulder holder. Until they get all sweaty....ha ha...THERE'S a mental picture!
So, the bitch is back. It's not really a warning...it's a statement.
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