Dear Bubblebutt,
Since I don’t know you, I’d rather not hang out with you when you come to DC. But maybe, perhaps, if you stopped being an asshat, we could go shopping, not for fatty slut girl dresses – because I don’t think Ann Taylor Loft sells those but perhaps we could go shopping at Lane Bryant or another suitably fat girl store for clothing that would fit your bubble butt or as I like to call it, a lard ass. Also, if you’re calling yourself bubble butt, because you would certainly not be calling me that in the space for YOUR name when leaving a comment, I’m sure you’re quite familiar with the fatty slut girl dresses so if I ever decide that’s my style? I’ll be sure to email you at what is most likely a fake email address. So maybe I won’t be emailing you for fashion or hair advice.
In the mean time, feel free to play in traffic. DC has enough ass holes, and we don’t need one more.
Have a great weekend!
xoxo
-Heidi
P.S. Didn’t your parents ever teach you if you had nothing to say don’t say it at all? I know it’s easy to hide behind some fake email and douchey fake name, but that doesn’t give you an excuse to be a douchebag on my blog. Jerkoff.
P.P.S. Just because my hair isn’t purple, red or any of the other colors of the rainbow does not by any means make it boring. I like it and really? That’s all that matters.
….I will now return back to our regularly scheduled blogging 
Excuse this post dear freaders for the jackass had left a nasty comment on my post from Friday. I hate that shit.
