Would it have been soooooo hard for someone to at least grope me yesterday?

Fuuuuuuckers.

Look! I'm a girl.

Hey, Melkie? Damien? Anybody?

I'd be enjoying Naked Day a lot more if I wasn't a ring . . . in a box . . .

OH GOD HELP MEEEEEEEEEEE

. . . there is a castle on a clooooooooooooooooooooooudandnotinaleadboxlikeIam ( Read more... )

o.o

AHAHAAA! FREE! FREE AT LAST I TELL YOU! FREEEEEEEEEEE!

::clinks::

. . . Now what?

Am I still in this scrawny little kid's pocket or what?

So. According to Sockpuppets news, "shiny things get grabbed by cute little kids". To paraphrase.

F-ing twinkle, yo.

And five words you never thought you'd hear out of a puppet's mouth: I f-ing love my mun.

I was contemplating turning random people's nasty bits into semi-precious stones and whatnot (ha! see how much I care about the value of your nuts) but then I figured I'd probably hit an angst-bucket and that's all this world needs. More bitching and angst. God.

I'm gonna go get nose surgery and spank my monkey. Peace out.

He's got the Midas touch
But he touched it too much
Hey Goldmember . . .

Brilliant idea of the day: why stop at genitalia? Why not TURN MY WHOLE DAMN-FINE SELF INTO GOLD?

So I did.

Fear.

I'm still alive because no one would adopt me. And my mun finds it difficult to kill something that sometimes looks like Elmo. And sometimes like Michael Jackson, *before* he totally looked like his face was a creepy plastic mask ( Read more... )