
I can't do anything wrong.![]()

I'm not even sure why so many people love me. I'm an asshole and I can't figure out what I do right either, ridic. But the people love it.
...and once again, Bobtraw's fascination with me presents itself...
I think you want me really badly, and feel so spurned 'cause I think you're a fat ugly douchebag, that your sense of rejection portrays itself in hostility against me. I can't even count how many times you've addressed how pretty I am - then call me names and say "looks don't matter" - then attack other for their looks. But never me....you fucking want me REALLY badly, and we both know it.
I shit on airplane drink carts and I'm like a celebrity.


I can't lick my eyebrows or tell if the water is cold and deep.
I can't pop my knuckles
I cant sing even though I do when no one is around
I can't look at the toilet paper after I wipe my ass
that's about it really
Ask me anything.
You should really learn how to crack your knuckles. My punch always has extra impact because I've been cracking them since I was young. There is no longer anything "ladylike" about my hands - but my knuckles leave a mark now, 'cause they get all swollen and bony after cracking them for years.
Pre-bought shells, Babs. Accept your short-coming, and bow to the professionals.
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