I am not ashamed to admit this. I also thankful for the keurig coffee machine in my office.
It makes me look all pink.
I’ll never be a real Targaryen.
If this doesn’t work, I’m done ever attempting it again.
This really made me want to go get my tub of country crock spread and sculpt a butt in it. But I’ll restrain myself.
And no, I’m not going to spread my ass for a picture.
I’m Brainette Smurf.
From Game of Thrones.
I cannot anticipate a time in which I would choose to post pictures of my vagina on the internet. I am not comfortable doing so, and I can’t imagine that will ever change.
I’m withholding judgement til I get it platinum. I want to see myself with Daenerys Targaryen hair!
You make me sound like a harbor town on a stormy sea…with my lighthouse beckoning the poor ships into my safe haven to wait out the squall…
Little do the sailors know, the lighthouse is operated by an evil enchantress, and the seemingly calm waters are inhabited by carnivorous mermaids, just waiting to feed on the bodies of the sailors the enchantress lures in to dash their boats on the rocks.
And even if they survive the shipwreck, and make it alive through the waters, the enchantress will simply cast her spell on them and they will live the rest of their days on her island as pigs.
Wait, what were we talking about?