So I met and joked around with Jayy from Blood on the Dance Floor (a fact which I found out about after it had happened, as I have no clue about this band other than they’re regulars at a bar at which I am also a regular) and Richard Simmons on the same night this weekend. SD, you’ve outgayed yourself.
Mama totally makes that same Silkie chicken soup for my sis and I from time to time. Hannibal, you so cultured.
- shireen: it's pronounced jif
- davos: it starts with a fucking g
Red lipstick makes me feel like I could cut a man’s heart out with a high heel shoe and fucking eat it.
You either know what I’m talking about or you don’t haha