This is it. He's really leaving me. Mother****. |
Maybe if I put on my best hat...no. That's just silly. |
Hey. I just wanted to say...I didn't mean it. I'm staying. I could never leave you. |
I can't even dance...it just didn't make sense. |
Tell you what. Here's 4 dollars. Go buy yourself a nice new hat. I know how you love hats. |
A hat?!? Mother****, I've been needing a new hat! I only have 147! |
Make sure it's black and sexy...just like my lady. |
He told me I could buy a new mother ***** hat. |
Mmmmm, girl, I can almost feel that mother f**** hat on me right now. |
Did he touch his chin when he said it, like this? I love it when he touches his chin. |
Nah, it was more like this. |
Well, I found my new hat. I hope that mother**** likes it. What the-? What is this mother*********** doing in my pocket and why is it making that sound? |
Oh, right. It's my phone. |
Hello? |
Uncle who died? I inherited how mother****** much? |
SON OF A MOTHER******* MAMA****MOTHER***** |
$400,000. Let's see...how many hats can that buy? |
Mother****, I'm bad at math. |
...carry the 5... |
Peekaboo, mother**. |
That equals roughly 778-850 mother************** hats for me to buy. I'd call that a mother****** bonanza. Now, where'd my hat go? |
3 comments:
Her thumb looks like a non- lengthy weener squash.
Your blog puts weener thoughts and swear words into my head.
Ha! Hats and strong language. Things I like. Together.
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