GunStarHero

Nah. During my brief run in the bedroom it was all one night stands.

Eh, I just tell myself that, if I can't change the, I will change the world for someone else.

Last time I saw them they were posted up in the backyard to try and catch those Lemon Stealing Whores.

The Strip and air port were insane today and yesterday. We got hit yesterday pretty hard but today I was at one of our casinos that's off The Strip so we were slow as fuck.

Oh gosh I could never eat all that D: like I said we called people to come get some of it. Doesn't help that I once worked at a chicken restaurant and was allowed to bring home some of the excess food. So the fridge might have dozens of tenders, macaroni and cheese, rice, dark meat, and rolls from work. That 120+ tender meal was a different kind of chicken, though.

There was also a good little pile of mozerella sticks I made, too. We ended up calling like 5 or 6 people to come over and take some. I double dip in the batter, as well. That particular batch wasn't buttermilk chicken, though. Kitchen always looked like it belonged to Scarface cause of all the shifting I was doing just to get through the batches with fluffy flour.

Every time I fry chicken I go way overboard on the portions. I always marinade more than I realize, (or maybe I'm subconsciously being a fatty-kins), and just act like I have to fry it all that day. My worst offense was the time I made 120+ chicken tenders. For two people.

Fun fact I actually catfished people when I was a little girl. Not exactly proud of it, but I absolutely did that shit.

I almost want to run into you on in a dating site. Would break up the monotony. But we all know I'm much too old to be graced with a message from that godly silver tongue.

Told this story on here awhile back, but basically I goaded two Jehovah's Witnesses into coming to my house every week for months, inviting them inside many times for snacks and drinks, even chatting about games and showing them my collection. After they said they would bring the service to me the following week I told them I was an atheist (I'm actually a nihilist). Never heard from them again.

Oh and I suppose there's something wrong with limp bacon? The very same bacon that tastes and feels like a steamed and sliced dick?

I had a bunch of greasy nonsense for today. Creamy chicken pesto and rice for lunch and shredded beef enchiladas with Marsala sauce.

Cable TV? Too rich for my blood.

I should?

Oh wow yea those are definitely numbers you got there.

It's looking like I need to get 4 mini fridges for the house. One for each room. Drinks are just not going to last in a centralized location. I want a crude bartering system between rooms for the exchange of different drinks.

I just grope them and tell myself it's for safety purposes. So every morning looks like this when I wake up:

I'm not gonna Dress this up... But I guess clothes don't Suit you.

That's fine. I'm not embarrassed of them, just didn't like them.

I dont think Poof wants to make videos with me. They're my own, some solo, some with a partner. Most of them were deleted long ago.

I'M DA BIGGEST