Every year, never fails.
Wouldn’t it be super cool to hear Loretta Lynn song all of her songs, and add bad words in all the appropriate places? She’s a little spitfire! So don’t come home a drinkin'( you bleepy bleep bleep) with bleepy bleep lovin’ on your mind.
Enjoy Barrelassers 🙂
It wasn’t enough for us to not have enough room for our own belongings as a child, but we had to go and move in Barbie, her boyfriend, Ken, her sister, Skipper, along with all of their friends, and everything they owned. We may have had beans for dinner, but Barbie was living it up! She had several houses, cars, a swimming pool, and right thousand shoes with no mate! Shoot! She even had an RV in case she needed to get away from it all. The Townhouse, the Dream House, and all the clothes were too much for her I guess. Come on Barbie, let’s go party! Funny song, but I really do think I should add Barbie to my friends list.
Enjoy Barrelassers 🙂
I miss this song. Now I can’t get it out of my head. This is not what I planned to listen while hanging Christmas decorations, but I can do whatever I want.
Nice, me and my barrelassin’ husband have to deejay a Frat party tonight. I own one long sleeved dress, and it’s December. Would be fine, but that only gives me one option unless I wanna freeze my Spanx off. I own one pair of spanx, with two small tears, which in turn force everything held in, in that area, to pop out in those two spots. Like little lumps.
One of the wire pieces on the right side is bent and popping outward instead of pulling in, so now they have created fat where there’s not really any fat. I’ll show them, I’ll stand with my hand on my hip all night to cover it. I decided to leave the fake eyelashes and fingernails at home tonight. I based this on the fact that this is a frat party, after about an hour, none of these people will care at all what I look like, nor will they be able to even see me.
Basically, I could’ve left all this at the house and wore jeans. Had I done that, I wouldn’t have had to go through all the trouble of fake tanning my legs. It’s not easy being a Barrelasser.
Enjoy, Barrelassers 🙂