Tuesday, June 26, 2012 9:27:56 PM
Holy poo, I have now stared into the eyes of insanity itself. When some poor bastard figures she's hot enough to make up for the crazy then dates her and winds up dead in the woods they`ll know who did it. She`ll be the one with his dismembered dick in a jar in her room, right next to where she collected his toenail clippings and dolls made from strands of hair.
I`ve been trying to avoid the obvious mention of what her, her horses and their gigantic members have most likely been doing at night when no one`s watching because for some reason the thought gives me the weirdest half-erection, and I`m honestly not sure why. It`s confusing to me, so I`ll stop thinking about it.