Wanted: A house where people died for my dark and spooky birthday party!

I, for one, am NOT a fan of birthdays. Another year older means another year of wrinkles and broke bitches. BUT I do love a day all about me. Even thou lets be real I make every day about me. A day about me is a day without fleas. That's what TT always tells me.... Continue Reading →

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