I have no idea. I don’t want to have an idea. If you have an idea, go for it. But I’ve decided my future sanity is worth more to me than dwelling over this. So I’m pulling my horse out of this race.
This one is pretty self explanatory. Any thoughts on what that sweet arm tat says?
You look like the abused drug addicted girlfriend of Chester Cheetah….knock it off.
I couldn’t think of a better place to do a seductive belly dance. I’m just disappointed that I wasn’t there for the 2 p.m. show.