I KNOW! I KNOW! You keep trying to drag me away from the animal cages, but I won’t stop throwing peanut shells at them. You even rubbed my nose in the “Do Not Feed The Beasts” sign, but I didn’t get the clue. You were even kind enough to wipe their wet dung off my face after they threw it at me, but I still can’t stop!
I feel like if I have to suffer, you have to suffer too. It’s kind of like the time (just go with it) your friend made a green caca from drinking a black raspberry Coke slushie from Burger King, and called you into the bathroom so that you could see it. It’s like that. We’re all standing around the toilet together. Which leads me to these pictures of Tila Tequila Worm squirming around on the floor (where she belongs) at some Maxim party in Los Angeles last night. It’s fitting that bitch looks like a used tampon that fell out of the Kraken’s snatch. It was a heavy flow week.