Dec16_2025

What the fuck makes a blog worth reading?

I got no ferkin clue but I'm bored

So there's a girl who walks into a bar. a GAY bar. Yeah I said it. GAY. AF. Butches, dykes, lesbians, oh my! The girl walks up to the bar and orders a margarita (no, she is not a single mom). The bartender asks about her day, she says "can't complain." can't complain. There's much to complain about, but I physically can't. If I do, I will explode into a million pieces, all over the bar, chunks of me splashed into every woman's drink, and what a crime that would be to all the wonderful women here. 

The girl didn't know she said that out loud, and realized once she looked up to see the bartender with a troubled look on her face, nervous laughter almost too nervous to leave her mouth. She walks away. Oops! 

"Well, well, well. Look who's here. Hey, you." The girl turned in her seat to look at who was talking to her, but there was a problem... She had no clue who the hell this person was.