Work it, Girl…


 No, I don’t know who she is. I don’t even know who he is.


What if you looked like me?

Have you ever looked this good a single day of your life?

I know who they are…


And I know a good joke when I hear one. I also know me. 

So I’ll try this look on for a while…


Actually, I still look like that. He simpered…






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