charizzaaa

I’m actually a tightly wound, highly strung beast of a man who would kill someone for stealing his cheese.

Sorry, I don’t speak Turkish.  I managed to work out a couple words, I think you’re stating my blog is just all questions?  If so, then yes.  Yes it is. 

Can you ask again in English?

Not really.  I smell a bit weird and I have a team of scriptwriters that do the responses to these. 

It would never work.  I can’t fucking stand One Direction.  You can be my friend if you burn all your posters and CDs.  And your MP3s.  Burn them.  With fire.  Not to a CD.  With fire. 

Lots of fire. 

ALL OF THE FIRE. 

Those fuckers ruined ‘Teenage Kicks’ for me.  I loved that song, one of the best pop songs ever written.  And these dudes come along and trample all over it with that NA NA NA NA NA NA bullshit. 

That turned into a fair rant.  I am sorry. 

(I’m not sorry)

You can’t be in love with my blog.  It’s just me being honest about everything.  I checked out your blog. 

LADIES AND GENTLEMEN. 

If you like blogs that REALLY want new followers, and post hipster photos of pretty people that will never be your friend, then hit up this person’s blog.  

I don’t know what the fuck half you guys are banging on about, most of the time.  

I DO like big butts.  It has become an accurate post.

I DON’T HAVE AN ARSE.  Seriously, it’s so weird.  Just like… no bum. 

They’re alright.  Not quite my cup of tea, but I certainly appreciate them. 

You just what?  Came?  Stabbed an old lady?  Exploded a cat?