Delightful and delovely
To prove what an awesome figure of hotness I am, here is the picture of the hair and the toilet paper.
The people asked, and I delivered. Perhaps I'll become a politician.
To prove what an awesome figure of hotness I am, here is the picture of the hair and the toilet paper.
The people asked, and I delivered. Perhaps I'll become a politician.
Posted by Martha Craig at 6:41 AM
7 comments:
Poor thing, you.
Speaking of politicians, I noticed that someone from the NZ Parliament checked my blog yesterday. Did you sneak online in between cheese and cracker runs or are they REALLY tracking she who carries the blue bag?
Maybe you shouldn't have called Irene Van Dyke "one tall mama." . . .
well... it wasn't TOO bad....
OMG - I don't think I've ever see you look so dangerous - very Uma Thurman in Pulp Fiction.
Tinks is right. A heart needle would add that extra touch . . . .
You could at least TRY and smile when you have your photo taken.
Have you tried smiling at a camera when you haven't combed your hair? 'Tis not possible.
Thanks Tinks and Bob. Zaq, no, it wasn't TOO bad, but it wasn't pretty either, and I'm trying to cultivate a certain image here.
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