Jello Shots and Vicodin, sorry that's what my weekend consisted of. Yes the wedding was great, I survived, drank enough Bud Light W/Lime (which was actually good and I don't really like white trash beer) to get the entire bridal party drunk (All 12 of them), and had a good laugh at the expense of other people.Alright, HARK, on ward my sluts. Here's a pic of the one of the classiest bitches around these parts. Now I am not sure what is going on above her eyes, but I think those are her eyebrows. I cannot confirm this, nor do I want too for fear of being devoured like a honey baked ham at Thanksgiving.
Time to talk shit. Oh it feel good to be alive. It looks like a caterpillar pooped on her faced and then a slug drug it's lard ass across her face and smeared that shit it. All of my Asian relatives have had their eyebrows tattooed on. It's looks fucking terrible, cause the sun eventually turns the black ink blue and who the fuck wants smurf eyebrows.
Liza with a Z was performing somewhere, but I am sure no one paid attention to her rambling rendition of "Shahair Hoever Za Wainbrow" as they were waiting for her amazing caterpillar eyebrows to turn into amazing Monarch Butterfly's.
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