2nd Blog. Day 2

Note to self: Do not ask strangers if they're looking for underpants because you think they're your step dad. It's get's awkward, fast. But! Good job on pretending you thought they worked there. Just. Walk. Away.

Being in Ray's Outdoors today made me want to be outdoorsies. Maybe I could collect sticks and rocks that look like funny things, and pretend I collected then from Mt. Cunt, just east of the great Hairynip Ranges.

Or even carrots with penis' from the humble veggie garden of little old Mrs.Smegma.


By the way- I know your secret.

Refresh me, when did you start existing again?
Uhuh, ohh... Ok. That's nice. Hi there...

1st blog. Day 1.
Note to self: Your farts do not smell like rainbows, and no you can not see through t-shirts. If you stare, people WILL know you think you can. No you can't.

I made soup today. I could be doomed to a life of cats and soup. Cats... and soup. Tomato soup with a little too much tang. But cats.. who do they think they are. NO, I DO NOT WANT TO SMELL LIKE YOU. GET YOUR STUPID INBRED CANCEROUS SAUSAGE PAWS AWAY FROM ME.

By the way- I still glitter.