I am not your bitch.
That is all.
Yeah? Well…neither am I.
That’s alright, because I am not your bitch either. Thank you for telling me to go see Miss Ann. I really appreciate it.
Liss – *giggle*
Angel – You’re welcome. I know Adam wasn’t going back through all the comments to respond to everyone. I’m sending my card tomorrow, just didn’t have one to send today.
Hell, I wanna be somebody’s bitch, PICK ME! PICK ME!
Tug – We are each other’s bitches.
I just met you, so obviously you aren’t speaking to me right?
I am SO TALKING TO YOU, RW!!!
I didn’t do nuthin!
Damn. I like bitches.
You are right because I don’t have a bitch. *pout* I sure could get a lot more stuff done if I had a bitch. It is unfortunate.
Franky – I heard from a certain redheaded birthday girl that you’re a bitch. So, you like yourself?
Jen – I hear ya. My bitch would be named Sally.
That was my original blog post but you stole it. J/k it’s like the shortest blog ever yet still witty. I think I have some work to do…..
That’s right girlfriend. You’re MY bitch.
ADW – You should be flattered by my imitation.
Heather – I sooooo am your bitch. (Sorry, Tug. In the true sense of the word, I really am Heather’s bitch. Siiiiiigh.
(I’m a playa bitch! Whee!)
Oh, yes, you are. And don’t you ever forget it, either.
And to all you other bitches claiming Poppy as your bitch, I’ll fight you. Come on. Right. Now.
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