The daily adventures of a fabulous poof in an emotional jungle. Watch as imagination, fact and fiction blur into an insane life dependent on outrageousness and an occasional venomous jibe.
I missed it! Drat.
It will be back!
The pants are back!
It's just way too confusing for this girl. That's why I've chosen to go without. Easier, more convenient, and none of these complicated lessons.
I think it's brilliant. I've posted it to my blog as well.I've never been so tidy with my undies, though. I'm a wrinkly undied girl. Isn't that scandalous?
I have to say I'm not so careful to my undies!rs
Do I sound camp?
is that u talking?
Mais, oui, Gab. C'est moi!
Carioca, I hope you don't screw them up in a ball!
Scandalous, indeed, Voix. But it's not so terrible. Actually, worse than wrinkly undies is ironed undies. That's actually quite sick.
Lewis - you're a commando queen?
I always figure my ass will press the wrinkles out.
What compact pants. I feel educated (and a little unusual).
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