that peculiarly French sense of satisfaction at having created mutual outrage

ahh so dewy glowy after a skin cancer personal treat. here is sass‘ pre-drink gathering before the party we geezers didn’t go to. guess what? pre-drinking for nothing is fun!

holy moly sass’ milf.

uh…

sass and olga are heavy into this mental illness crafting right now, i approve.

ahaah you have one of those eyeball rings. sigh.

sparkly eyelashes application, i kept trying to give advice like i knew what i was talking about and pretty much gave the complete opposite of how you should do it tips.

kills me.

hammed/baked/hammed/baked!

i was a bit of a mess.

that is my new boob shirt.

the girl sesh novelty wears off super quick for fil.

if you want to drag your boyfriend out with you for girl nite and keep him satiated you have to pay him little visits here and there in between cackling your brains out.

wesley pipes much?

i REALLY fuckin’ hate this chick and all the hills fans that think they are her, annoying self-righteous ordinary know-it-all preachy martyrs, you’re boring dudes face it!

steph‘s new ass pants!

what do you think they are talking about?

oh whatever you faker.

skidded out.

then later on that nite… i’m pissed off here cos i sloshed fil’s wine all over MY onesie when i threw myself down for this timed photograph and fil tried to lecture me about it. both our facial expressions are phony we are really irritated by each other in this haha. see how his glass has less in it than mine baha.

believable?

go pumped i saved my steak for booze snacking. this pic isn’t as great as the others though you see my nips in them, now that dad reads here everyday things have changed.

fil tiefs it so greedy!