oh yes, yes I do indeed. You though I forgot, didn't you? Well, motherfucker, it's going to take a lot more than a technology hating 90-year old boss and TWO diseases to stop me. You read that right. TWO diseases. Get your mind out of the gutter, you douche, not the venerial kind. I'm a monogomous woman of class. Lyme disease and Hand,Foot, &Mouth disease. At the same fucking time. Must be karma punishing me for trash talking Madonna's hairy twat-mouthed offspring. She's underage, I should only talk smack about adults. New rule: I will not pick on underage girls. Notice I said girls, doesn't mean I am not going to talk about my Mrs. Robinson fetish with Justin Bieber. And there's one more exception: Demi Lovato, if her coke tape comes out, I'ma be all over that like flies on poo. I hope her nails are all chipped, her hair all discheveled. Basically I hope in her trashy, underage internet video debut she looks like Pam Anderson looks on the daily.
So, my boss has been complaining about my blogging at work...He was born in 1920 and forgets things frequently. He forgot he was my editor! And then he turned on me! He goes away to Florida on January 5. Then I can blog my little heart out as sure as you'll drive to a store 24 and that shit will be open and full of sketchy peeps. But for now, you'll have to wait for me to sneak one in here and there. I have a whole list of half-finished posts that will make their way on here at some point. Good shit too, like how to grow your hair out, pubic shaving..yay or nay, so on and so forth. Sorry for wasting your time advertising myself and really teaching you nothing new about hair. I'll make up for it. Ten. Fold. I. Promise. You. Fuckers.
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