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I just love it when girls come on my page and start talking shit about me, but their entire personality is based off of girls supporting girls, girls having other girls' backs, but then goes onto somebody else's page as they look different or have a different style than them and make fun of them. That's crazy.
Girl, get that cigarette out your mouth, and why your eyeliner go out of your face, bitch? That eyeliner on your left eye look like it about to, like, I don't know, it look like it pop out of your face. Damn.
Girl, shut the fuck up. You do not know how to do makeup. You could only do your eyeliner, but you need to fix that shit next time. And I can say whatever I want to say because you posted this shit publicly. And if you don't like it, come over here and shove my mouth. Mm-hmm. Yep.
You sound like, you sound like that one girl from the Medea movie. Byron! Come get your son! Like, bitch, shut the fuck up. Like, you're on my page talking shit. Like, bitch, if you don't fucking like it, then move the fuck on. And I'm not finna take any disrespect from a bitch who can't even post her face. Like, be fucking for real.
And I bet you got kids, because you sound like you're old enough to have kids. Alright, how about you go buy your kids a Barbie or something, and quit fucking around on here, because they probably need your help more than I do.
The next time you want to talk about, I don't know how to do makeup, bitch, I did my full face. I did my full fucking face. Are you mad because you don't look like this? Are you mad because you're not a bad bitch? Are you mad because your titties saggy? Oh, okay. Get the fuck out of my face.
Bro, I literally love nothing about this fucking photo, seriously. Actually, I can respect the cross on your chest, but everything else, bro, just needs a go. Like, the drugs, the whole flag in the background, the eyeliner, like, this whole post just fucking, like, just bothers me. Like, I can't even just, like, breathe and sleep with this shit in my fucking brain.
Okay, I don't care. I don't give one fuck, two fuck, green fuck, red fuck, blue fuck, I don't give a fuck-fuck. Um, yeah, that's pretty much it. I don't care. I don't give a fuck!
I have a flag behind me because it represents who I am. If you've got a problem with that, then, like, go somewhere else. Like, I don't know what the fuck to tell you. Bye!