I finger paint/ watch t.v./ sing all of my fav songs really loud and badly (I can't sing) sometimes I even sing the instrumental parts and go straight through and belt out the screamo parts when I'm home alone. One time my sis came home early while on a date to pick up a jacket and walked in on me prancing around, flipping my hair and singing "IM A MOTHER F*CKING WRECKING BBBAAAAAAAALLLLLLLL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" (That's five finger death punch not myley Cyrus) In my underwear while eating apple sauce and watching Charlie and the chocolate factory in our living room.
-Oh and I had also been painting earlier and my hands were stained red. (I don't know why bit red paint is so hard to wash off)
So you can picture me wiping my hair around holding apple sauce in my bloody hands and wearing my rainbow polka doted underwear and screaming "IM A MOTHER F*CKING WRECKING BBBAAAAALLLLLL!!!!" At the top of my lungs while Charlie in the chocolate factory is playing with the volume all the way up.
Thanks, goo to know my insanity is entertaining to someone. Y'all are just lucky I'm as openly weird as I am otherwise I would be some kind of cereal killer.
That's not that weird, but yeah.
-Oh and I had also been painting earlier and my hands were stained red. (I don't know why bit red paint is so hard to wash off)
So you can picture me wiping my hair around holding apple sauce in my bloody hands and wearing my rainbow polka doted underwear and screaming "IM A MOTHER F*CKING WRECKING BBBAAAAALLLLLL!!!!" At the top of my lungs while Charlie in the chocolate factory is playing with the volume all the way up.
Caller: Hello 911?
Operator: I'm sorry I can't hear you?
Caller: Why the f#*k do you think I'm calling?!
You tell your secrets and stay anonymous.
It's pretty funny how far these go
I think the door is broke though :/
*grabs the pitchforks*