Three hundred and sixty-four days of the year, I love me some Bitch. But then along comes Easter, and I can feel the psychic fabric of the moral universe ripping because I know that out there somewhere, she's leading the Evil Minions in pursuit of Satan's Foodstuff:
The Peeps, people, the Peeps.
Are you with us, or are you against us? Stand up for all that is Good and Holy, my friends, for sweet Joseph's sake. I beg of you.
Now with added nutrients.
Qu'est que cest?
- Psycho Kitty
- Still bitchy--just not here. If you need to know where, ask lanya15 AT hotmail.
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Elle ne sait pas s'habiller.