I MEAN, I DO HAVE A DECENT ASS….

It's interesting how one day you're picking up pieces of heartache, then the next (well...not LITERALLY the next day) you're drowning it out with distractions.  What?  You wallow in your self-pity and emotional turmoil?  Nah.  Pull up your thong (cuz I don't do the granny panties and nor should you) or your boxer briefs (cuz, [...]

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