I forget what life was like before I joined the California Master Race.
When these models are “acting” in Carl’s Jr. commercials, I wonder what’s going through their heads. Some ideas:
"What the fucking fuck am I doing with my life? Oh that’s right, I’m rich now, never mind." ~continues to rub a tomato between her legs~
"I can’t believe men are this stupid, but OK, let me fellate this burglar a little more and hope they pay me more next time".
"They told me to make the burger sexy… I guess I’ll smear this sauce all over my tits".
So. Fucking. Weird.
I’ve opened up my ask box for this weekend, since I’m expecting to have a lot of down time, but not much to do. Have at it.
I think I’ve updated my age on my blog title 5 times now. I’ve been here too fucking long.
It’s a cool 72 degrees today. Better wear a slightly longer sleeved t-shirt.
Woody Allen: Guilty until proven innocent.
Good job, Internet.