If you haven’t already figured it out fashionasties, we’re THE SHIT…
So, what’s on the menu for today’s All U Can Read Butt-fet?! I hope you’ve gotta serious case of the munchies fashionasties, because I’m serving up the quilted quicker picker supper: Poo Poo Ca Choo Choo Couture on a silver platter.
This entree wouldn’t be a satiating (s)experience without putting the plunger in the paws of the #1 Luver of Poo:
U may not have made page 6 my love, butt u’ll always be page 69 in my fashionasty book.
“Butt what’s Poo Couture?!”
Poo Couture is the scat’s meow and ur purrfect, baby! Before you flush this post down the drain – stop and remember that fashionasties NEVER should wipe their dirty sanchez’s in regret. There’s something Charmin’ about (s)ex(y)cretements. If you’re gonna own being THE SHIT, than you gotta be willing to own up that your roses really smell like boo boo, too.
Let’s take a stoll over to the – as Filipino’s call it – “Comfort Room.”
© JAKE THOMPSON