This is really all I want for my birthday. Screature.
FOLLOW THIS LINK.
Greatest commercial describing the greatest product ever.
He spits.
He's mine.
Someone buy this for me. Thanks.
I'm going to get my grown up license today. I'm torn between dirty hair and a ridiculous sweater, an up-do and prom type attire, or just take a shower, throw on my tank top and go attire.
I will have to live with this picture for 5 years. Something I failed to consider the LAST time this happened. It either needs to be completely ridiculous or completely normal. None of this "was she trying to be funny or did she really think that was cool?" middle of the road jazz.
Maybe I'll strike a pose.
See ya later, 24.
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