Ah've been trahing tew get all this like craziness about my underpants or no underpants and I jest don't get it. Ah mean. Jest becuz I like tew go without my panties or with little panties doesn't mean I'm a ho. Ah'm a ho for like so many other reasons. Um, hello!
Don't yew thank there's more important stuff to thank about. Like wars, presidents, or jellies -- omg like how fuckin' cute are these? Now I don't know anythang about wars (except trying to get them underpants over my jeans in that Slave For You video -- damn that was hard) or Presidents. Hell, I think an Obama is what little JJ does in his diaper. And John McCain sang that song "I'll Be" right? And Rudy is that short dude who played football in college.
Dayamn that is such a good movie. Like I totally cry every time I see it!
I know I went a little nuts and all with mah hair. But really, thems were jest hair extensions. I haven't had real hair in like 5 years. Duh. Like who has real hair these days?
Anyways, I thank that if yew had cameras on yew all the time yew'd get crotch shots too. Okay. Like maybe yew don't wear short skirts and all but if yew did then yeah. I mean, it's hard gettin' out of the car while tryin' to keep a wig on.
And it's kind of embarrisin' that yew know what color underpants I'm wearin' but yew couldn't even tell me what the president wanna-be people care about or at least what color their underpants are. Or like if they even wear underpants. Yeah. I mean. They're going to rule our country and all yew care about is who's going to win American Idol and shiyit (omg melinda got so robbed dude).
So, why don't yew leave me and my fucking skirt and business alone and worry about something else? Seems like yew already know I'm a freaking rich rock star with incredibly bad taste in men and clothes.
Sort of like Hillary. Hey. Maybe I do know something about politics! Dang y'all!
The end. Peace out, y'all. Kisses.
(Sweet picture of mah gold bag and hot mani via Mamapop)