What the hell is a sleep number and why should we care?
No, reliving every horrible moment of my day won't make me feel better, but it might get you a good smack so then again, maybe it will.
Today I saw some undies that were nothing but ruffles. 'Cause nothing makes a girl feel sexier than doubling the size of her ass and hips.
And if I have to listen to that toothpaste commercial twit and her bleached blonde hair giggling about her red lipstick ever again, I'm going to throw a shoe through the tv. You know a man wrote that stupid shit. I don't care how much she got paid, she should feel shame every time it airs.
Now go away and leave me alone before I bite you.
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