#absurd post

I like my men how I like my coffee: thrown across the room.

ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, you drink a big (BIG) glass of water and you sit on the toilet and you continue to drink the water and to s(h)it on the toilet and you Consume the Pàmplèmousse until your gut is cleansed and you drink the water again and you continue to do that while lifting your entire body up with one finger at least fifty (50) times, preferably more, until your mauscles are raw and painful, then you cover them in more cold water, after about 90 glasses you should feel the fat oozing out of your pores and out of your stomach comes everything you ate since 2012, an orange peel, a live gazelle, your friend Mary, etc. then you do the Exercise until it’s all gone and you are thin and prettÿ and a bunch of ugly white men start catcalling you and you can climb a fence. now what. did you think losing weight could solve your family problems. not a chance

Kititi is popping party poppers. it is a new year. party poppers are in order. confetti spews from each popper, floating delicately to the floor. more and more confetti is piling up. Kititi is not running out of party poppers. There is simply too much confetti. Hakaiai is drowning. He is simply too short to escape. Kititi is only continuing with her party poppers.