I hate anonymous taggers. If you can't even spell bitch properly, FUCK OFF and don't ever come back okay. Tamade.
I curse you with a bad day tomorrow. If you stay in a flat, I hope your lift breaks down and that you need to take the stairs and when you take the stairs, I hope you fall and sprain your ankle. If you are a girl, may some drunk old man rape you and if you're a guy, may your balls be attacked by hundred dogs.
If you're a girl, I hope your period comes tomorrow and stains your outfit and that gets spotted by some guy you have the hots for. If you're a guy, I hope you have an erection that will split the zip of your jeans in front of some hot girl.
Bottomline, I hope you have the worst day of your life.
Argh. Bloody stinking anonymous taggers. But I bet anything, you're uglier than me, that's why you live in a sorry little world where you leave comments like these on blogs because somehow, it'll make you feel better. BUT SORRY, YOU'RE STILL STUCK WITH THAT SAME OLD UGLY FACE. I hope you grow zits on your face and your genitals.
DON'T EVER EVER COME BACK IF YOU DON'T HAVE THE DECENCY TO LEAVE YOUR STINKING NAME.
BimboQueen
4/27/2005 10:48:00 pm
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The BimboQueen
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Femme;
19 September 1987;
Nineteen going on Twenty;
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