Okay, so my family is not the McRichies, and we barely have money for daily necessarities. So I grabbed a scissor and cut my own hair.
When my mom came home, she flipped a couple of tables, before admitting that it’s not that bad. Considering that I cut it myself…
I’d make a fabulous hairdresser.
'cuz I'm catman.
They’re the only friends I’ll ever need.
Right, Mr. Fluffittypuffitynomnomcutiepootie? :3
They just need to get their shit together and grow some balls.
And people call me a twit? Really? Really now?
Guys, sorry to break it for you.
is not very manly. Rather, it’s… Kinda prissy. And when you say this to a girl who’s in pain because of it, it doesn’t only make you a prissy fucker. But also an asshole.
Oh well, I’m having a friend over for a visit, so this was just a quick update while we’re being nerds. I’ll be adding prissyass guys to the blacklist laterrrr.
Oh, and who’s my ‘friend’, you ask? Well…