Who ordered the attention platter with a side of toomfoolery?...
This goes beyond self-esteem issues... This crica is just plain crazy! I wonder just how many times a week her parents loosened the shackles and let her out of the basement to play with dog-chewed Barbie dolls. Then, I think about all my fellow salchicha smugglers, who fall at her feet and herald her as the second coming. Many of whom don't even realize that what they are worshiping is yet another calculated corporate package. A seemingly masterful concoction who's genetic strand bares traces of groundbreakers such as Kraftwerk, John Robie, Grace Jones, Klaus Nomi, Dale Bozzio and David Bowie to name but a few.
This pendeja is hardly groundbreaking, faintly original, and seemingly troubled in an awkwardly entertaining way. I bet the guyliner sporting chap behind her is shitting his pants; praying he won't meet his untimely demise as a result of a loosened spiked fragment from her Fortess of Solitude themed headdress. I think I see the gay appeal in this image. She looks like a shard of crystal meth! I wanna grind her up and snort her.
Lady Pendeja you are banking it right now, and I am sure The Centurion Card invite is well on the way. I guess skulking about, looking like a schizophrenic disco tranny, does have its advantages. Well played bitch! Well played!
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She's still my wifey. Maybe its a year of the tiger thing. we are both 86ers.
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