Hey, Chris. Message me.
Someone is too busy not being able to ride their own ass in a relationship. Or at least that’s what I heard from some Hungarian.
This is such bullshit. I DO NOT HAVE TIME FOR THIS.
I usually try to stick to posting gifs and recent PD pics, but tonight I will be spamming PD from whenever, in gif form or otherwise, for operation: take back the tag because
Also, if I get too drunk I might start posting unrelated depressing music. You have been warned
Music? Did someone say music?
IIRC, I am repeating the same mistake I made last year and am drowning in exams with scant few hours to show time
Blame the Mescaline salad? The cellist?
Look, Bey, if you want your wig back, just ask. Don’t front like you and Jay are my new besties. Your husband’s got 99 problems and a tear-stained wig is about to be one.
I gasped when he hopped out in a different and good! suit, wearing the stupid glasses again though.
What? You don’t like Daisy’s steampunk glasses?
Who am I kidding, the back of his head Phil hair and all had me swooning as he ran back towards the red carpet. [quietly sobbing into Bey’s wig]
Bey just needs it back in time for the tour, boo.
But I thought fucked up eyes were all the rage right now? Or have I been taking bad fashion advice from PD again?
If you’re taking fashion advice from Daisy, don’t forget these for your neck.
I sense a series of ABCs according to PD coming on…
F is for Food Stains, J is for Junk on Display, L is for Layers (not the Photoshop kind), M is for Moccasins: Flashcards for Precious Daisies
If you haven’t made this an actuality within a few days, I will be bitterly disappointed.
Your dog’s chiropractor called, you’re needed back at the yacht club for a scotch tasting.
This photo’s only redeeming quality is the wee bit of guido chain