Troll dolls and fat bitches attack the drunk nympho

I have to admit that I was shocked that NO ONE linked to a photo they thought represented me in my last post.

I was expecting things like this....



OR this...


And I even thought this one would be the most popular picture chosen to describe me...



Instead people actually said NICE things about me.
I feel loved.
It feels good.
I like it....almost as much as feeling freshly fucked and slightly intoxicated.

Awww....and if you participated in answering in the comment section of my last post then the naked pictures will be emailed to you promptly.

DON'T EVEN TRY TO POST A COMMENT NOW GODDAMMIT! IF YOU WERE TOO FUCKING LAZY TO ANSWER EARLIER THEN YOU GET NOTHING!

So there....no nudie shots for you!

I stayed busy all weekend.
I did all the boring,"Gee,I feel like ripping all the hair out of my body and getting liquored up",mommy stuff that I'm obligated to do.
It's not enough that I carried them for nine months!It's not enough that I stretched my body all out of proportion and now I piss myself when I sneeze and I can use my tits for sling shots....
NOOO!!!
I have to fucking drag the little bastards all over creation and buy shit for them, feed them, etc...


SHUT UP! I'M A GOOD MOTHER!

One of the THINGS I did for them this weekend is work at the Bingo Hall.
I know I have explained about this before in an earlier post, but I'm too fucking lazy to look for it so I'm just going to let you do that if you want an explanation.
But yeah...I worked it.
The people were fucking assholes and I wanted to set the building on fire.
There were a couple of fuckwads that almost got their lucky troll dolls shoved up their goddamn asses.
I just felt annoyed and abused the entire time I was working there.
This one old goat sat there with a cigarette hanging out of her mouth, screaming "TIP GIRL! TIP GIRL!" every time I was standing RIGHT IN FRONT OF HER!


Her voice sounded like a combination of someone running their fingernails down a chalkboard and a car peeling out of a gravel driveway.
It was FUCKING ANNOYING!
She had rollers in her hair.I wanted to gouge her eyes out of her head with the pins holding them on.
Needless to say, when I left that place I was bitchy.

That's when one of the fat bitches called me and accused Frowie and one of Veggie Sticks friends of being drunk.
I had STUPIDLY agreed to let my children go to a party where the fat bitches were going to be chaperoning so it's my own damn fault.
I should have fucking known better.
Of course I couldn't go to make sure there was no trouble, so I finally gave in and let my kids go. I mean, why shouldn't they be allowed to go?

I think I set a new land speed record after I hung up with Butt Butt(one of the fat bitches).


I pulled the old station wagon in on two wheels and practically leaped forty feet from the car to where the fat bitches where camped out in their chairs.
Butt Butt and Jowl Woman sat there, looking smug and fatter than usual. (Probably due to all the cake they'd just crammed down their throats.)
In their condescending voices they explained that some of the other kids had come to them and informed them that Frowie and Veggie Sticks little friend were both drunk.
When I confronted them both about who it was that had informed them, they told me they didn't want to say.
They didn't want my confronting the other kids who'd said something.
????
So it's ok that you accuse my kids of BEING drunk, but I'm not allowed to ask the kids what they were doing that made them appear to be drunk?
I pitched a fit.



A full blown FUCK FUCK FUCK fit.
By the time I was finished EVERYONE thought I was an insane bitch on a killing rampage.
And in case you're wondering, NO...Frowie and Veggie Stick's little friend were NOT drunk. Hadn't touched the stuff in fact.
The fat bitches had no idea because they don't get drunk.
Since I am the resident alcoholic, I can tell.

Maybe they need to get drunk?
And fucked!
Goddammit!
They need to leave me the hell alone!

I don't know what their problem is, but they need to stop.
Seriously...
Even though I know I'd look hot in prison duds, I don't want to go to jail.


I like dick WAAAYYY too much to get tied down in a tongue-twisted-twat-twosome...or trio.(Three is my lucky number)

So I ended the weekend completely stressed and I was unable to trick Mr.Man and restrain him for sex. He's a foot taller than me and weighs at least 80 pounds more than me. I have to trick him or I can't possibly get him tied down.
I was forced to masturbate and get drunk all day Sunday.
Luckily for all of you, this means I can do a sex toy review for my post tomorrow.

Until then...