Just a quick word to point out that I’ve given Kid Rock and So Hott all the credit for multiple consonants in upping one’s hotness factor (see my recent ‘foxxxy guy’ post and the one about me rolling around on the hood of my car to So Hott)…but alas, I had forgotten that Prince did it even earlier on with his super subtle tune Gett Off, full of great lyrics like It’s hard 4 me 2 say what’s right when all I wanna do is wrong. My apologies to his Royal Purpleness.
I am so disappointed in you. All this sexy talk on the internet. You should consider your small Minnie Me who will one day take over the helm of your stately ship and sail her into the fog of the great unknown.
Do you honestly think that you, as a poor individual, standing with the boys in the hoodlum of society could recombine your need for titalation and fast cars for the outer reaches of lactating society for the real-world excitement of fied chicken and explosive electric shavers? I’m asking you as both a parent and a McDonalds finalist in Dancing with the Stars of Orlando. Do you honestly think I have nice legs? Do you have nice legs?
I guess, most importantly. I’m saying. Give up the sad, saucy language and give us what we really want—small photographs of your feet in honey with subtitles. Is that too much to ask?
The beauty of being me, the one and only Kat, Mistress o’ the Kat Box, is that I never have to give anyone what they really want. The world bends to my whims, amen. And Happy Thanksgiving.