Good morning maggots! Someone sent me a message on MySpace saying I’ve got an imposter… I don’t know whether to laugh or cry. All I can say is… keep the faggotry alive! Hahaha!
Reminds me of the time I went on holiday about 5 years ago in Indonesia and some Frenchman kept feeling my legs when I was dancing on the ledge of some club. He wanted to see if I have leg hair or not cause he couldn’t figure out whether I was a boy or a girl. When I went to the bar to get a drink, bitch had the nerve to question whether my yellow Hermes belt was faux or real cause I was the only one with Hermes at the club. I don’t even know why people bother with incessant shit talk when we both know we’ll only end up with my mouth on his crotch and his crotch on my ass a couple of hours later.
Proper update coming soon.