Million Dollar Mutton

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mutton

if I were two-faced, would I be wearing this one?

wit is educated insolence

show me a sane man and I will cure him for you

don’t be so humble - you are not that great

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If men can run the world, why can't they stop wearing neckties? How intelligent is it to start the day by tying a little noose around your neck?	Wednesday, October 7, 2009, 10:07 AM I cannot possibly believe that some incompetent idiots are still falling for my Facebook's engagement get-up picture. What the hell is wrong with you people? Have you got no sense of play-pretend humour or even the slightest bit of logic? Bollocks. Me, married? Good Lord, the earth's experiencing Judgement Day already or something? What's with you people with the age-old pain in my arse phrases like, "You're 20 now, you should be ready" or "You're old enough to get married" and if it's already that annoying, the one that puts the damned cherry on top of the icings on a bloody cake is everything that starts with...... "When I was your age....". Do you know how humble the start of a phrase could turn into something so painfully irritating, almost burning the lobes of my ears when everything that ends with it has got something to do about void-deck mega celebrations, dais and table themes? Worse part yet, BABIES. Oh motherfuggingduck, tell me it's not happening. Atleast it ain't happening to me, yet. Jeeziz, I'm 20 for crap's sake, and instead of listening to you old fags chicken-butting about conjugal rites and all those Dr Seuss meets Tok Kadi shit, I should be schooling you about my sunshine years. Like when I'm 20, I am still free from carrying a load that's stuck to my underbelly which obviously has a living thing breathing inside. When I'm 20, I am still jumping about without having to worry about preparing myself for late-adulthood. Or like some of you in your twenties...... ....you are still playing on your PSPs, you don't have to wake up in the morning, dreading to see your boss's fugly face when you enter the office, or you might even be unemployed, or maybe still sleeping around with various walks of life, just for the fun of it. In my twenties, I don't have such responsibilities like you hags do in your cavemen years. I don't have to wake up in the morning to clean the house. I mean, who wakes up in the morning to clean? Probably my housekeeper. But she's only here every two weeks. But that's not my point. I do agree that the house needs a little bit of tender loving care once in a while, but all in all it's of good maintenance every single day. What the hell do you expect us 20 year old girls to do in the morning? Cook? OMG. In this millennium, almost everybody's eating out. Maybe if they decided to cook, it'll be Maggi or anything instant. AND WHAT THE HELL AM I TALKING ABOUT? I am wayyyyyyyyyy sidetracking into nonsense. Well, that's the point. Being 20 now and 20 then is different. In your T-Rex era, 20 year olds carry responsibilities of Barrack Obama and look so serious. In MY era, 20 year olds don't give a damn and they have ultimately gone mad. Maybe I am one. Oh Solomon's sake, I'm still carrying a purple dinosaur keychain everywhere, dammit. I don't even think I'm 20. And I like it that way. Whatever, okay. To whoever who's 20, act like one. According to THIS year. Not your grandmother's. And to those who simply have something more of like sparing their two cents worth and opposing to every letter in this post, feel free to tag anonymously (like you always do, you pretentious cowards). But until then... EAT IT! And I'm not getting hitched anytime later. the girl who never grew up, Million Dollar Mutton		milliondollarmutton One has fear in front of a goat, in back of a mule, and on every side of a fool. Rabiatul Adawiyah Intelligently 2-W E N T-double E ONE popularly known as Bit they call me Mutton 25 March 1989 Pursuing a Diploma In Applied Psychology Freelance Professional Makeup Artist plugg_screambox@hotmail.com		partnersincrime aLex tHe LiOn cOnDoM GiRL gEntLe giAnt pArt-tiMe LovEr MiLo bLuRcOcK diVinE tEaSeR eEeZaRt aYLaNa dE gYaL KiLaT bUdAk hYpEr miRa iDoRa LuToT bEnGkOk cAyEnNe pOrNsTaR pErNiCiOuS dEaDfAmOuS sLiT eYeS mR fiGhTeR thehoipolloi mOrBiD sUiCiDaL pHaTyN mArShMaLLoW eTty nGiAo nGiAo jApAnEsEdOLL sHyMa hOLmEs eNnJaYy gEmOk oDeNg zEe-Ma-zEe aELfiZiO oNeAy mEeNi miNey mOe kEeLa aPiN gOLdEn pHoEniX LaLa nAd 'O' aCa-bELLiC rAdDy aRsHaNti powerofthepast + June 2009 + July 2009 + August 2009 + September 2009 + October 2009 + November 2009 + December 2009 + January 2010 + February 2010 + March 2010 + April 2010 + May 2010 + June 2010 + July 2010 + August 2010 + September 2010 + October 2010 + December 2010		theverbaldiarrhoea