The inner workings of my mind. (A.K.A Dump, or Homosexual Training Center)

Are any of us really that cool?
I mean really cool?
We all have different definitions of cool.
Some think of the stereotypical squeaky teenage girls.
Some think of the stereotypical teenage boys, that wear beanies, and *falsely*brag to their friends about who they made out with.
Well, if you're definition of cool is a 15 year old girl, who dresses like a 40 year old lesbian, then yes, I am cool.

I like to think of things going great in my mind! Or I pretend that, yes, that boy I like (I shall call him "Brunette") Likes me.
Just face it, Brunette likes big butts, and he cannot lie.
And, I, my friend, have got a big butt.

We never appreciate how much our butt does for us. We sit on it, all day long.
It's got the worst job.
Especially after that can of Frito's bean dip.
I'm guessing you'll appreciate your butt more often, now won't chya?

:))) <---Mutant smiley that has multiple mouths, due to inbreeding. Because, it's ok. You have your cousins, and then you have your first cousins.

Whatever? A little incest here and there? A couple extra toes? Just move to Missouri, it's gotta be legal there!

Until you can't tell what your baby is. Then it's not quite for sh*ts and giggles anymore.
Is it a boy? Is it a girl? No! It's a Lady Gaga!