I really, really want this t-shirt, but it's too damn expensive. Where is my rich sugar daddy when I need him?
Wait, I don't have one.
Double damn!
(And to the person who Google found me via "she doesn't want me to wash my crotch." Thats just wrong. So fucking wrong in so many fucking ways. I'm dry heaving. Think cat coughing up hair ball. Only worse and I'm not that cute and cuddly.)
