My previous post I had a hip sculpture.
Then I did no DNA testing. I did not figure who she real isn’t.
What are you thinking? That I talk funny? Of course I don’t not talk funny. I also do the make art backwards thing funny too. So what’s up? Never talked to a chicken-boy before?
Yeah, most people don’t taunt there blog audience. But I want strange attention. Bad boys get press. Bleah! See? I’m a mature 39 year old. Bleah! Bleah!
(We apologize. The author is on a tangent. Please cosine if you want an equilateral post. Wait. I’m still the author!)
(Author has been hit with cartoon hammer.)
Happy helmet disengaged.
Code Name: Hijaqueline