Do not serve this girl!
My dearest JM was telling me about his lady's "evil" fur coat. At first I thought it was haunted or something but he told me that when she wears it, she adopts quite the 'tude. Totally ballin' and parties way too hard. As I thought about it, I realized the last time I wore my fur coat I was falling out of cabs and throwing up in bar bathroom stalls. Classy lady, I know. My fur is ripped to shreds and has blood stains on it, but I still love it. I think it may be the most ballin' item of clothing I own. The fur makes us take on an alternate personality. Which means we obviously need to have a fur coat party. Hopefully we all make it out alive.
oh, i can't wait. just what i need right now-fur party
ReplyDeletei have a lot of fur, and i didn't even have to kill anything for it... guess that makes me better than all of you, doesn't it? you murderers...
ReplyDeleteThis photo sends chills up AND down my spine....
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