“I’m…..so…”
(swallows 3 Xanax pills)
“……happy..”

some dude is at least half responsible for her being knocked up, so why’s she always prancing and posing with her fat preggo belly like she was holding the cure for fucking cancer that she invented, and the father is nowhere to be seen, ever?

Hasn’t she been pregnant for 18 months now?

Michael Jackson wants his nose back.

I guess that place must not have a limit on how many laps one person can make around the buffet.

So skin comes in pallid gray now.