After seeing the Christmas pictures, tomorrow is a workout day. And a manscaping day.
And maybe a finding some super-expired mushrooms day, and a baby sheep sacrifice day, and a RuPaul face-snatcher day.
The next million days are workouts day.
You better hold that camera￼ up, bitch. Listen to Bop Bop; he loves you. No, that was not okay. Shit, don’t blame me. I didn’t know!
Don’t start. I’m the one who has to fight off fat face and old age every day for the rest of his damned life…. (and ugly…and gross.) FABULOUS! *insert psychotic white-lady laughter* Don’t start.
And death tries to creep back up on you.
How did I start to get fat again AND my face has no fat-cushion?!?
What the Fuck??
HOW?! What is that?!
Stay Safe, damn it.
I hope your holiday pictures are kinder to you