BOKO let me know that he thought that I was too sub-urban for his tastes. This surprised me since I'm currently living in the bottom of a purse the ape found at Goodwill - that's the troll equivalent of Section 8.
I took a couple of days to contemplate his claim, and thought that he might have a point. I decided to Urban myself out. I cruised around the internets looking for urban gear. I decided that Urban Lookout was the Urban-iest since its shopping platform is almost impossible to navigate, just like driving downtown. I decked myself out in gear from there:
I don't know about you, but I think I look insane! It's hard for me not to look super-fab, but really, I don't think this Urban thing is going to work out. And what's up with all the Compton gear? If you're going to call your clothing "Urban" you shouldn't have a huge line of gear that extols a suburb. Or if you're going to do that, I want to see some Hunterdon merch'.
So, I'll guess I stay in my purse in the 'burbs. That leaves me free to continue watching The Mentalist.
Ain't that a shame?
So, I'll guess I stay in my purse in the 'burbs. That leaves me free to continue watching The Mentalist.
Ain't that a shame?
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WHAT?! OKAY...!
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F-Tiddy?
Fizzle Trizzle?
Really, there's no messing with perfection. Some of us are perfectly happy with Freaky au natural.
Stay naked, baby. I'm goin' back to my Bailey's now.
nice try ... badass gear, btw
Freaky Troll: Consultant of the Interior ... sounds more governing and less hgtv
(thumbified. yo.)
Lightly punks just jealous(ing) 'cause they can't outwrite or kick that style.
(go ahead ignore me again).
"If you're having cake problems I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems but icing ain't one. Hit me!"
"To the window! To the wall! To the icing dripping down my...fork!
Skee skee skee!"
What about the one where she took all the old vinyl records and stapled them to the walls? Or that one with the wine labels on the kitchen walls for the preacher folks who didn't drink?
Oh, the memories!
You need nothing to be ...hell, you just be.
Freaky gives new meaning to the term "Extreme Makeover."
You've rocked, you've rolled (in cake, but demurely) and now you're hippin' and hoppin.' Kickin' it cool, as always.
(But honestly, you might want to rethink covering the fab hair with a panty. You have to think about your fans baby.)
I can remember that damn thing like yesterday
The way she moved reminded me of a Brown Stallion
horse with skates on smooth like a hot comb
on nappy ass hair-Outkast
What can I say? I'm a total Outkast Andre 3000 fan. xox
I walked up on her & was almost paralyzed
her neck was smelling sweeter
than a plate of yams with extra syrup