What is she even trying to say here? Is she fucking high? Because really, this is just pseudoprofound word salad, the kind of vague, impressionistic speech used by Histrionics.
It’s a meme off those messages to not give your brats animals for Christmas? I think they’re kinda cute.
Uhh—read my comment again. Like, slow down and really read it, including the post I quoted, Because holy shit, this is a massive reading comprehension fail. I most assuredly did not tell Santa I wanted to find a pet retard under my tree on Christmas morning, yet here you are.
That image itself is a reference to this song:
At her weight she’s likely crushed her cartilage into non-existence. No point seeing an orthopaedic surgeon though because all they’ll do for her at the weight she is, is lecture her to lose weight and maybe order cortisone and/or hyaluronic acid injections for her knee.
As if Kelly knows anything about either love or shame.
"I'm only 350lb"
I think that man may actually be more unattractive than Kelly.
Water really does find its own level, doesn’t it? I assume the life they’re building together involves body lice infestations, multidrug resistant gonorrhea, and body odor that their neighbors can smell through the walls.
I'd say they're about equal.
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