Okay, Justin-Bobby, if that is even your real name, let’s talk. You don’t like me because I don’t like you. But, I can’t help it; when you wear swim shorts and a pair of army boots, what choice do I have?
When you ignore the obvious plight of your hair, what do you expect me to do? Sit back and let you believe girls like those greasy locks?
Maybe I could have let it go if you weren’t such an asshole. Maybe if you didn’t just say all those nice-ish (in your own special way) things to Audrina and then leave her at the party.
No goodbye. No explanation. Just a helmet. On a couch.
Fuck you.
But enough about you. There are much bigger things to discuss this week.
Namely: Spencer’s visit to Colorado and Brody’s Beach Partayy.
Visiting Mount Butt: Am I alone in this? Did everyone but me know that Heidi comes from a farm? Like a real farm! Not just a small town; there were ANIMALS at her house. How could a family that raises horses produce that bleached blonde, fake boobed bimbo? I just don’t understand it. Read More »



