I won't bore anyone with ego or rambling bullshit, so I'll keep it simple and sweet. I enjoy a circle of close friends whom have no complaints about my companionship and looks. I don't mistake my confidence for conceit, as I have plenty of knowledge to know the difference between the two. Respect me and I'll respect you -- you dirty bitches.
"These car fumes are fucking up mylungsandhair.My arm is cramping and my ears are beginning to hurt with all these noisy people. I'm theQueenof this parade bitches, so bow down toLa Reina mas importante..."
Walking down5th avenueinManhattan,Jennifer pretends to have pride in herPuertoRicanheritage at least for a day. Maybe it's possible she experienced a little joy seeing all her peeps cheering and clapping for her majesty."Why am I doing this yo...I should be getting my facial damn it..."
Jenniferposes with Mr. Burns...um...Mayor Bloombergand Crack Head...um...husbandMarcAnthonywhilst frolicking in a beautiful form-fitting dress. Although I find Marc severely hard to stomach, I have to admit that she looks genuinely happy with him (or just stoned out of her mind).[source]
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