The Sassy Oat
Monday, September 9, 2013
The Oat Family Charm.
Men just can't resist me. You will spend your life alone because you and your crush have less chemistry than Trayvon Martin and George Zimmerman. Me though, guys can't wait to get their hands on me! Or in me!
I got raped because my blog sucks
He was black. And old. It was gross. Totally unlike being raped by a white frat boy babe. Feel sorry for me again.
Thursday, March 28, 2013
Back By Popular Demand
I can't believe I was gone for nearly two whole years!!! I totally missed all you babes!!! I'm not even sure what to talk about. I already told you guys about my alcohol problem and being penetrated, do you feel sorry for me yet? Well, after that happened I tried to lay off the drink. Just stop. Buuuuuuuuuut you know me! I'm just too darn sassy. You'd think someone would learn. What else is new?
I'm funemployed again. I'm still obsessed with Jews. I'm pioneering the equal marriage rights movement.
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This blog will be back in full swing in short. Still getting used to this bullshit again. I have to find a bunch of other peoples' original content for me to post. Have a blessed weekend.
xoxo,
The Oat
Tuesday, March 26, 2013
Sunday, July 10, 2011
All I Really Know How To Do Is Bake
And all that really means I follow directions well. Too add to this dilemma all I really know how to bake is shit with bananas and carrots. I should buy some fucking blueberries or something.
Seriously though, baking is only cooking because of some gay definition. I propose that this be amended immediately. You either cook shit, or you bake shit.
Seriously though, baking is only cooking because of some gay definition. I propose that this be amended immediately. You either cook shit, or you bake shit.
Friday, July 8, 2011
Pickles Is My Thing
Pickles. Pickles. Pickles. Pickles. Pickles. Pickles. Pickles. Pickles. Pickles. Pickles. Pickles. Pickles. Pickles. Pickles. Pickles. Pickles. Pickles. Pickles. Pickles. Pickles. Pickles. Pickles. Pickles. Pickles. Pickles. Pickles.
Do you get that I like pickles now? I'll take my pickles anyway, really. In between cheese and mayo, fried, in a sandwich, or just straight out of the jar! Pickle juice is like nigger cum to me. I fucking LOVE it.
However, FUCK cucumbers. Those things are pieces of shit. Why can't pickles just grow on plants? I don't need a middle man between me and my pickles. Unless he's a babe . . . .
Do you get that I like pickles now? I'll take my pickles anyway, really. In between cheese and mayo, fried, in a sandwich, or just straight out of the jar! Pickle juice is like nigger cum to me. I fucking LOVE it.
However, FUCK cucumbers. Those things are pieces of shit. Why can't pickles just grow on plants? I don't need a middle man between me and my pickles. Unless he's a babe . . . .
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