According to my father a woman is not a woman unless she knows how to cook. And up until recently I’ve been certifiably un-woman. With smallish boobs, a boyish haircut normally worn by members of little league, and culinary experience amounting to several successful bowls of Frosted Mini Wheats, I could easily pass for a [...]
The world simply needs more Britney. I know I do.
Clinic: Internal Wrangler
Two seconds after I point out the flab on my ass, suggest that we have brownies for breakfast.