Omae Mona

“I love talking about nothing. It is the only thing I know anything about."

10 December 2008

Fucking Princess

Of all the presumptuous, high-handed piles of bullshit. You fucking bitch. I will rip out your crinkly, nasty, wannabe "I Dream of Genie" weave. Slowly. One strand at a time. And then I will feed it to you.
Posted by Carrie G at 11:22 AM
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