I wish...
Since Sunday is my birthday, I am going to share all of my birthday wishes with you, my sexy readers:
I wish I was a little bit taller, I wish I was a baller, I wish I had a girl who looked good I would call her, wish I had a rabbit in a hat with a bat, a six four impala.
I wish the spice girls wouldn't get back together again. I mean for fuck's sake, you are not spicy and you are no longer girls. The black one got a kid whose baby daddy is Eddie Murphy. And Victoria Beckham is so skinny that one of the girls may mistake her for a mic stand. She's so skinny that if she wore a yellow dress she would look like a #2 pencil. She's so skinny that she could see out the peephole with both eyes. She's so skinny that she inspires crack whores to eat. She's so skinny...ok, ok I'll stop.
I wish that Lauren Hill never married Ziggy Marley and fucked up her life so bad that she looks like Oprah Winfrey now, but without being a billionaire. (note to all my sexy readers, if I highlight something, please click on it. it really adds to this whole reading the stupidest blog in the whole world thing.) It won't take you to some porn site where you'll see a woman and a horse going at it.
See, I told you.
Most of all I wish for...World Peace.
