When you tell someone that you hate horses, you are bound to get a birthday cake covered in them. I, on the other hand, hate one-hundred dollar bills, and would certainly hate to get a cake topped with them. My friend was asked the question, “how does it feel to be thirty?” over and over again at his party and he described thirty as being “no different than the day before”. I see 30 as a point in your life where you’ve finally come in to your own and know who you are as a person and still have the energy to enjoy it. At the same time they say every seven years we are technically a new person. Being 23 means that there’s an entire life between Derek and me. No one can measure the day-to-day difference of their lives but the difference between where we both are makes 30 a very foreign number.
P.S. $100 bill cakes don’t even begin to compare to Sheila’s Peanut Butter Chocolate Deliciousness.
la prochaine grande chose
I honestly can’t believe we waste tax dollars on this.
LOOK AT ALL THE PRETI WOMENS
You people need to watch this before it gets taken off. The most disgusting, selfish plaintiff ever.
Oh my God I want to punch her in the face.
what a cunt
What a fucking bitch.
This makes me sick.
how do you even
OH. MY. FUCK. I am so fucking done with everything.
wow i cannot fucking believe this
There was nothing that could have prepared me for how horrible this video is.
She is a worthless piece of shit.