nuuuuhhh UNGH uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuungh

i am going to be 24 soon i am going to be a fossil! i can’t wait to be in my victoria beckham phase where i turn into a tanned skeleton and get fake tits and never smile so i won’t get wrinkles around my lips bullshit she doesn’t like how she looks when she smiles, she doesn’t want people to see the OLD emanating from her hagmouth. i think for annoying bitches like me there is a magic birthday number that makes you hyper fucked in the head panicked about aging so you work out like mental and try like hell to turn back the older than dust clock i think 25 is that number for me perhaps, maybe 24.5 we’ll see. maybe i will try and get on at least one reality tv show before i am too old for the cut-off age. is it usually 26 or 27? i remember on american idol they let this older chick on but they pointed out how old she was all the time, that was fucked up. why even pass her?

here is a poem i wrote last nite at the bar for fil

your balls by lauren white

your balls
they are big
and i like them
on my face, in a race, any place
your balls
fill your drawers
spill into the halls
i think of them at the mall
your balls they smell
like a dewy spring’s morn
they are the essence of life
your balls
your balls
your balls
COCK