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Big Brother and online Hunger games.

HOLA JULIE

Sep 18, 2019 by bigdizzleyomama
I would rather go home to be completely honest with you. This is going to fucking DESTROY me. This is is going to destroy my CAREER. I’m gonna be a fucking LAUGHING stock are you fucking KIDDING ME? I said NOT to make a FOOL of me. THIS is what I’m TALKING about. I don’t even CARE about having James Majesty on my fucking ass, I don’t care about that, but people are going to be fucking pelting me with fucking food, are you serious? I’m not well with this, I’m not well. NOTHING is landing in my favor, you see that, right? The only way that I could rise is if I had what it takes, and quite honestly, I don’t know that I do. This is fucking stupid. The thing is, is that, week after week, I take ownership for the shit that like, I fucked up. I just don’t know if it’s worth it for me to keep doing this when I just keep underwhelming. You know what I mean? It is because it’s good for you guys to keep having me do this thing. But like, I—I am—fuck my persona, like honestly, this is so humiliating. FUCK the BIG PICTURE CLINT, stop it. You can’t like, make light of this. Because this is real life. Fine, let’s make some fucking good TV then.

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