So I read my comments on the Jordan winning the ultimate woman post, which if you didn’t want to read, it said that it gives party sluts dreams to work towards instead of the unwanted pregnancies, gang bangs and winning the wet t-shirt contest they are used to.

Anyway this bitch wrote this comment:

Guess what?
Im fucking drunk and your not entertaining me so that fucking gay. whatever

So I checked out her myspace and wasn’t too surprised to find that she was an aspiring party slut and Jordan was probably one of her idols. I am sure she puts in a lot of her heart into this and predict that in about 25 pounds she will be one. Her passion to the cause is making her make all the right moves of getting drunk and ridiculous while showing off her tits and acting like a trashy slut. Unfortunately for her, she’s too drunk too realize that she doesn’t really have it going as much as she thinks she does, so the beer will keep being drunk and that 25 pounds may turn into 50, and that the only reason dudes talk to her is because she overcompensates by showing off with her big tits McDonalds gave her.

I am happy she loves herself so much that she is an alcoholic because I heard most alcoholic’s are really happy in their skin and they only drink to celebrate that fact and not to forget all the demons that rape them everyday. But remember eating disorders were invented for a reason, even if they may take away your number one asset, it may be worth looking into. I hate to rip on a bitch for being a chubby girl in slutty clothing, because let’s face it, she’s not nearly as fat as my wife, and I’d totally raw dog her, but I have no standards or money to afford a box of condoms to double up on that shit like I should.

Either way, I read this on her myspace and I assume this is what she reads to herself every night, it’s some positive affirmation shit of of a party slut that they use to convince themselves that they’ve got it going on:

Getting naughty with my body like a hottie should

Don’t call me ghetto gangsta cause Im from the hood

Thrownin down swift swagger with an attitude

If you had this kind of pimpin you would do it too

Here’s one of her third grade level poems, because education and reading isn’t something party sluts do:

choke

Remember that time
when I started to cry
not cause I was sad
cause you wouldnt die

you thought I was crazy
and I didnt deny
and you still stuck around
cause your a dumb guy

remember that night
when I tried to drug you
the fear in your eyes
you love the abuse

you thought it was funny
and it was just a joke
You liked all the pills
I dropped in your coke

you see that knife
and you know what it means
Im taking your life
Im crushing your dreams

the slashes look cool
like your someone special
how could someone you love
make you feel awful

stick around stick it out
next week will be better
I will be up
and you will be deader

Party slut Karter, I know you are drunk, but hope you entertained, because I’m workin’ for you here. Oh and remember that I just made you famous, Bitch.

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