To prove how much I don’t drink.
There is like half a lime in that corona and I still didn’t drink more than half of it.
I really don’t like liquor.

To prove how much I don’t drink.
There is like half a lime in that corona and I still didn’t drink more than half of it.
I really don’t like liquor.
Before and after.
I have never gotten a haircut and left with high hair.
…
I look like a pornstar from the 70s — or a salesman of Anaconda Malt Liquor.
I miss this.
I’m really fucking sick of man-hating feminist rants on my Tumblr dash.
I’m sick of being lumped in the with the bar-hopping, beer-swilling, football-yelling dick-swinging pigs of the world. I’m not one of them, and a lot of men aren’t. So how about you stop putting us all in the same fucking cage, ok?
Guess what? A lot of men are disgusted by the sex in advertising as well. I’m not. I find it hilarious when a girl in lingerie rubs herself with a Hardee’s fucking cheeseburger. If some girl wants to make a dollar plastering her titties all over national TV trying to sell hamburgers, that’s her fucking business.
How can you be against sex in advertising AND slut shaming?! For fuck’s sake, people.
Before and after.
So, that party I went to on Saturday…
(Girl is Teal is the birthday girl)
Before and after.
I have never gotten a haircut and left with high hair.
…
I look like a pornstar from the 70s — or a salesman of Anaconda Malt Liquor.
In my mother’s room Scrolling through my dashboard.
Once in a while, I come to a post and I’m like, “nope, can’t scroll past that.”
Going to get a haircut today.
Wish me luck.
(I fight for the Users, btw)