New York's Hottest Club is wherever I am. Haters to the front, hunky Sailors to the back.
Bow down betches.
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I wish I could tell the guys who check me out in the locker room to drop their towels and leave their inhibitions at the door for a shower dance party.
Considering I exist solely on a mixture of Sass and Macchiatos, the TSM comments section…it fuels me.
Oh Sweetheart he’s hot. You done good.
If he ever wants to go on the DL with someone, hook a sista up, k?
At least you’ve still got your Cat, right?
*you’re.
That’s good, I’m not a TFM writer. I’m just the sassiest bitch you know.
6.) David Spade. He WILL get you pregnant.
Sweetie, I can assure you that nobody cares.
Did “Blowjobs” not make the list? I’m trying to make a career change.
I think we ALL want to be a Cinderella in the Streets and a Jasmine in the sheets, am I right?
This article is Once Upon a Wet Dream, if you catch my drift.
You sound like a blast in a glass to party with. Let’s go clubbing betch. Fuck ya’ standards chair.
Speechless? I know, me too.
“a;lkdglkhgothtajb;jbdahf’ihihate” = “Hospital, please.”
I didn’t know Helen Keller had her own clothing line.
You’re talking to yourself in your article? Bitch you MUST be crazy.
Oh my GOD there’s a Tumblr in my pants right now and EVERYONE’S clicking.
Start reading PGP?
Also have sex with a TON of people because, well, fuck it, sex gets better after college.
I wish I could tell the guys who check me out in the locker room to drop their towels and leave their inhibitions at the door for a shower dance party.
Oh my god BITCH GET OVER YOURSELF. Sorry NOT sorry.
Fucking Hillary, am I right?