this is a picture of ruthie the night she got here. it was thursday.



doesn't she always look like a cowgirl or something? it's the bandanna she wears tied around her neck. it's pretty cool though, like it doesn't make her look like a loser or anything. i'm just gonna show some pics of the furniture i got for her room. i think i got some pretty cool stuff. she thought it was amazing.



i picked the bedsheets and everything, all by myself. lol a throwback to the first grade days when i was a big kid, "i did it by myself!!!" and a dream catcher too.



anyway, i'm just gonna put all the pictures up and save the commentary for later.









































so yeah that's some stuff i got for her bedroom and bathroom. it's just a theme. she's not that western or hickish or whatever you want to call it. i mean she likes the theme but it doesnt mean that's all she is. believe it or not she hacks pretty well. and has a lot of secret little evil talents that match mine perfectly. so together we ought to start some major trouble. fun trouble. terrible trouble. or something!!! anyway today will be the continuation of the movie marathon we had since last night. we've been watching a lot of different movies. but one thing that keeps happening is somehow...milla jovovich ends up in a few of them. what can we say? we love the woman. she's kick ass. and somehow always naked in all her films even if it's just for a few minutes. haha.

sometimes, i wonder why i came back to new york city. i mean i know i came because i missed riley and i missed our old golden days but there's days i wake up here and feel like i'm lost. sometimes, i feel lonely. she has her own life now, it's not the same like before, where we spent every waking hour together doing stupid things. i miss my best friend. she's still the same but she's different now. she's a bit more responsible and mature. she is with roxan and that girl matters to her, so she won't be reckless with me and i respect that. i mean when you find something that matters in your life, you shouldn't fuck it up?

but i miss my partner in crime, like clothes miss lady gaga these days. (i know i'm not the only one that noticed she's always running around barely clothed now right?) i guess everybody gets lonely these days. this is a lonely ass world. everything is cold and emotionless. so what i fuck a bunch of girls every week? i still get bored and sometimes lonely. that is why, i decided to bring one of my friends from texas to live with me. her name is ruthie anne. super country or whatever right? nah but she's a fucking blast. we use to get drunk and run around with rifles and shoot shit.

i spent the day shopping for her room. it's going to be amazing. i got so many things. i made it real western themed or whatever. that's my kick ass desperado. she knew how to have fun when there wasn't shit to do. we made something to do. it was weird, the bars there had crazy tranny shemales with donkey dicks. i dont know but she was always really cool.



that's a picture of the cowgirl right there. we ride bitches like we're at a rodeo. like she would say "giddy up...or giddy down." yeah but she is pretty awesome. she should be here by the 26th of this month so. that's like thursday right? i guess. i'd check my calender but the last girl i fucked ripped it off the wall and i'm not sure what happened after that...if she ate it to stop from screaming or shoved it up her ass but it's not here anymore.

oh and if you're wondering about the girl i mentioned before who's my match. mmm well i been dreaming about fucking her still. i'm almost there. i had shoved her against the wall in the back alley and was finally kissing her and everything was going great, until they tried to mug us. so we stopped getting all hot and heavy and got hot and violent instead, we set that fucker and his friends on fire. damn, i want to marry her. i never met another pyro that was without the freddy krueger type burns.

he ran and looked like....a shooting star i guess. so i made a wish. then when i finally turned around she was on her motorcycle and blew me a kiss and totally ditched me. whatever, i know she's into me. i like that she runs like that. it's pretty hot. i like that she doesn't just give in like everybody else. she's special.

anyway....RUTHIE is staying on the same floor as me. she's gonna take the guest bedroom. as you may know, there's 6 floors here. i finally now have someone to use the attic with. i'm going to turn that into the spy room. i swear, it'll be the surveillance room, i'm going to hook up security cameras and everything around and be able to see in that room what's going on. and i'm going to have a telescope to spy on the universe while everyone is sleeping. and i'm going to have binoculars to spy on my neighbors and catch them having sex by their windows or maybe catch them catching me having sex by my window...or something OUTSTANDING like that.

i'll have someone at my house always, to fucking do cool shit with. like....my house is so fucking cool with so much cool shit in it, but no one to really do cool shit with. because riley's too busy sucking roxan's face because they dont suck each other's pu------nching bags. hahaaaaa...

but yeah, watch i bet when ruthie's here we'll have fucking movie nights and shoot outs right in the second floor and have orgies. guns or orgies! gorgies!

i'm soooo fucking absofuckinglutely sorry that i havent been around but something fucking psycho has occurred!!! more psycho than the time riley caught me outside chilling with a bunch of aliens and freaked out. yeah you must be wondering what the fuck could be crazier than riley mother fucking avery catching me with a pair of aliens on the front lawn and all that....but there is actually something just about as radically epileptic.



okay...so i think i'm okay. but...i'm suffering from a severe case of insanity, i hit a level higher than ever before. i mean i know i was probably at least a level 10 on a daily basis, well after meeting this hot goddess i'm like a level 100000000! because she's so fucking evil and amazing. i swear, she has to be my soulmate if i even have one. if it is, like pokemon i choose her. the most seductive and provocative i have ever encountered. she is a bartender and her name is autumn aleckto ferrari. and...i do not know what to do with myself. she resists me...but gives in at the same time. we play games with each other and it's like this has to be my match. my equal. i wont give up on her until i have her and take her. she teases me with the pictures she sends and the things she says, and then suddenly she runs and i have to chase her. the flirtatious banter makes me high. my greatest pursuit.



i have never been more happy or stressed out or frantic in my life. this is a morbid sick bad romance. =] i love it. i think i love her. she almost lit me on fire the other night. literally. i found out she's a pyro just like me. and earlier today i was trying to sedate her with a tranquilizer one of the vet girls i boned, gave me. but i ended up hitting some guy next to her. damn that girl is fucking smart, she sees him go down and she's all like "fuck, i know i'm hot but that's ridiculous." then she sees the dart ....and says "damn i thought you were only like 1/4 cherokee indian harlow......." she knew it was me and i was hiding in the bushes. smart right? she makes me feel so alive!!!!! i'm about to go stalk her at the fucking bar she works at a sneak a dance with her. its like fucking on the dance floor, fuck it we're like electric. pssh i wish i fucked her. anywayyyyyy let's see what we can do about that. that's a quick run down for now.

the last few couple of days have been extremely busy. i have been in the middle of multiple challenging tasks. when i get involved in a certain project, i make sure to put 110% in it. especially once i've made my mind up that i refuse to accept anything but success in accomplishing what i intend to. i am so stubborn and ambitious it will probably get me in serious trouble these days. the kind of trouble i can't talk my way out of, the kind of trouble that my cute face won't help me escape from. but until then, i guess i don't have anything to worry about. lol. just sayin'



incase it somehow went passed you undetected, i am an assassin's creed fanatic. i am absolutely irrevocably obsessive with assassin's creed. i love the story, the main characters, their beliefs, everything they symbolize and represent appeals to me and awakens and inspires something inside of me. it invigorates me. it tantalizes me. i feel like everyone should be able to play this game, because it's more than a game. it's actually truth. it's thrilling. everyone should be able to experience and participate in something so visionary and be able to admire it and appreciate it for what it is.

this game is in two parts, both have been out for a while however, for the PC the sequel just came out recently. i just want to declare, that the DMR are bullshit. they are forcing players to have internet connection to play a one player game that does not need internet in the first place. i understand they hate hackers and pirated video games but they are with-holding a visionary revolutionary masterpiece from innocents and i felt like robin hood. i had to do something for these poor people. i found a way to go against what they wanted and i've delivered it to the people with a group of others who felt this was just as important as i did.



now, i needed something more challenging for my mind, to keep me busy. i remember, i have conquests to worry about. but bodily pleasures are not the only means of which i need satisfaction. my brain has to feel good too. i need to do something that will bring me some kind of high. i get high off acts of brilliance. when i do something amazing, when i do something virtually impossible, it makes me feel so good. i feel like god. i feel like a genius.

i'm a technology junkie. i have three white xbox 360s, a 20 gb, 120 gb and a 250 gb. i have two mac laptops, three desktops and three tvs in my room. and a collection of old random laptops and computers. i have three xboxs, the 20 gb was my first xbox ever. later down the road i bought a used xbox and a new hard drive (the 120), and i modded it. and the 250 gb xbox is the final fantasy edition. i know i'm not the first to do this but the length of time it took me to accomplish this task has to be record. it took me two days to turn an xbox into a laptop. what took the original inventor three months took me two days. granted, he had to figure everything out on his own. i had some help from his personal projects and revisions. a lot of help actually. this shit was pretty crazy though to actually make myself. and have in my house. it was like...i couldn't believe it when i finally finished. there are other versions of this laptop, but i preferred this one because i liked the built in keyboard rather than carrying around a chatpad for my controller.



i used my first xbox 360 to make the laptop. i'm still debating if i should just leave the 20 gb hard drive in it, or if i should get a bigger hard drive for it. my 120 gb hard drive is from my modded xbox 360 and i usually just have it filled up with a bunch of music and games. my 250 gb hard drive has a lot of movies on it.

A PICTURE OF MY MODDED 120 GB XBOX


i mean compared to my xbox laptop, this xbox isn't such a big deal but still. i figure i might as well show it. anyway, after i finally finished this xbox laptop, i totally had to fucking celebrate. so i called up riley mother fucking avery, i tried to explain what it was that i did, but she didn't get it. so she came over and when she saw, she was amazed. she was playing dead rising on it for 20 minutes in amazement. i remember the second she saw it she goes, "great you rebuilt a fucking computer? that's not a xbox...maddy has a xbox and it doesn't look like that. i don't get it.." but after she played and saw it was really a xbox all she could say was, "holy fucking shit, you're like a god damn alien or some shit. how long did it take you to do this shit? two days? you're a god damn alien. i bet they kidnap you and experiment on you at night and it fucking makes you smarter or some shit. because that's not normal."

her and her fucking aliens. that reminds me, one of these days i have to get her to sleep over and make her see a shitload of alien movies to freak her out. so since i felt high and adventurous, yesterday we went to the intrepid. she had to put on sunglasses and be all ninja like and hope nobody recognized her because then it would have been a whole big muffins and shit storm. everyone freaking out, acting psycho trying to get an autograph. we played tag in the submarine. it was so easy for me to go through the doors because i'm smaller than her. she struggled and had to bend her body like a pretzel or something. and i just wanted to show you how small these beds are. i bet i'm the only one who could fit in them. go me. this kinda shit makes me want to buy a submarine and then whenever i get bored, just invite riley and maybe some cool people i might meet or whatever, and have a party. maybe with riley and atticus a secret sleepover. yeah other than atticus i don't know who else could fit in these beds, maybe roxan. she's small.



BRACE YOURSELF, SUPER COOLNESS COMING THROUGH AT A LIGHT SPEED THUNDER FLASH KINDA RATE



after that we went to the amc movie theatre to see splice. now let me tell you, i look so young these people didnt want to sell me the tickets. riley didnt want people to know she was there so i was in charge of getting the tickets, they gave me such a hassle. i had to show my id to buy the ticket. then when i got upstairs and we were giving the guy our tickets so he can rip the stub he needed from them, he said i looked too young and he wanted to check my id. after all that bullshit we finally got in. riley went and picked a seat, while i bought snacks. now, when i go to the movies, i can't help it. i need to buy mad shit. i bought nachos, popcorn, buncha crunch, m&ms plain and all kinds of shit. and a very big slushie. i somehow managed to carry that in and up the stairs and find riley. she was sitting in some weird nook area so i sat next to her and she helped me sort all the junk food out. while the advertisements were playing we goofed off and threw popcorn and little shit at people and we danced around to the cheesey music and the six flags ads. then we saw all the trailers and the movie finally started. that movie had so much fucking rape it was ridiculous. riley was freaking out saying the thing from the movie was a fucking alien. hell, it fucking looked like one. it looked like a fucking chupacabra or some shit. i dont know. it was kinda crazy but i liked the movie. it was pretty cool.



after that, riley took a cab to my house to drop me off and then a cab home. now, i'm not sure what a better way to make my friday any better but hot girl number one gave me a call. wanted to know how i was doing and told me she was lonely. since i am like a bottomless pit and still hungry and it was still way early, i went with her to go get something to eat.



we ended up at indus valley, an indian place. she said the food there was really good and i dont have a problem trying things out. so this is basically what we ended up ordering and we shared all our food and everything. we had a feast, i was actually impressed with how much she ate. she was able to keep up with me. and didn't have a problem paying her half of the bill and just because she didn't, that made me pay the whole thing without a complaint.

so here goes:

Non Vegetarian Appetizer Platter
Combination of seekh kabab, chicken, tikka & reshmi kabab $13.00

Chicken Biryani $14.95

Gulab Jamun
Soft roundels of cottage cheese stuffed with diced pistachios & simmered in honey syrup. $4.00


Creme Brule
Steam baked custard topped with caramelized sugar. $5.00

i gave tip and everything and i was just in such a good mood. talking with her was actually fun and she is very entertaining. we were just laughing and eating food. then i took her to my house. we started making out and somehow a vortex came and ripped all her clothes off for me. well okay fine i will accept responsibility for my actions. i took ripped her clothes off my damn self. and we went at it like rabbits for hours and hours and hours.

SHE FUCKS LIKE A STAR.


we did it on the floor, on the bed, on the table, on the chair, on the couch. orgasm after orgasm. and she was tighter than a morbidly obsese woman in size 1 jeans. or big foot in a size 5 in toddlers. it was all animalistic and primal. the best way to end my perfect friday of accomplishments. with one last exciting accomplishment. this morning she was really cool about everything, we ate breakfast because we were starved and then she went back to her house.

i spent today basically relaxing, playing some video games and reading. oh, and of course exchanging flirtatious texts with my personal porn star girl and my next target, the flexible girl. i am seriously considering getting the kama sutra and looking for the freakiest positions to bang that former cheerleader/gymnastics girl. and maybe get an encore performance from porn star girl with the big appetite.

quick briefing; tomorrow, gonna buy the kama sutra, seriously. hang out with riley and tell her all about porn star girl. meet up with cheerleader. keep looking for hot professor. do something fucking crazy as hell!!!!

attention, attention! i found my targets, i've picked my prey. this was actually easier than i thought. i picked my two girls for the week and already started making my moves. i'm not going to lie, it was like going to kfc and buying fried chicken. that's how easy it was. i thought it might be like going into taco bell and ordering pancakes. but no, apparently, it doesn't matter where the fuck i am, i have that special little thing about me that has the girls swarming around me like hungry mosquitos. they want my blood...and my cum

chicken wing number one; her name is carly. or something...i wasn't really paying attention all that well. just sayin', i'm not going to sit here and lie and say that i was listening to every word she said. hell no. i was checking her out. making sure her tires weren't flat. who wants a hot car with flat tires? but yeah, her rack is good. the one on her chest and the one behind. haha. nobody wants to play around with a deflated set of boobs. that's like playing with balloons that are emptying and losing all their oxygen. one squeeze and it exists even less. not cool. lol i'm like the perdue guy, i only want high quality chicken. no steroids or any of that crazy stuff. steroids make me think of asteroids. but i really don't know why. maybe it's the "roids". that's the only thing they have in common.

anyway, i have a picture of her if you are interested. which i know for damn sure you fucking are. you want to see her. i know you do. i know i'm going to fuck the shit out of these girls with no problem. the thing is, i like the observe how they interact with others before i even approach them. i only like girls who blow everyone off. but for some reason they fall for me like dominos. this girl had three guys trying to get her number, take her out, whatever, she blew them off. so now i know you're going to say, well maybe she's a gay ass bitch. well, she was denying play to all the little dykies around. okay? she denied one pretty femme and told her to split. and denied a weird motorcycle butch with a unibrow that spanned from here to australia, seriously. it was an epic failure for those people. especially unibrow. her one eyebrow was bigger than the great wall of china. if you put every penis on campus together back to back, i want you to know...her eyebrow was longer than that by at least 40 inches. her eyebrow was sooooo big and long, it wrapped around her head like a bandanna. i hope that helped clear things up and now you can actually comprehend..the seriousness of this fucking eyebrow. it was pretty insane. pretty psychotic. pretty erotic..no wait..no it was not......i wish i knew where she lived i would shave it while she slept. i'd probably need like a lawn mower or chain saw to do the job.

HERE IS THE FIRST GIRL.



now for the girl number two. just because she's last doesn't make her least. okay? because while i was talking to this girl, i found out a lot of nice little things. she dropped me some little hints. example, in high school she was head cheerleader and she also dabbled in gymnastics. that means, she is very flexible. like chewing gum...once you get it wet with spit, and bite it. lmao it does whatever you want. it melts against your teeth. you wanna pull it, stretch it, move it, bend it. whatever it does it. but maybe that example was not very appropriate for comparison. who compares hot girls to chewing gum? i do. but i swear it was an accident. but anyway, i can do whatever i want to her. with her. however i want. because she'll be able to move, bend. whatever i want. which i think is very exciting because i can do all kinds of crazy ass shit with her. her name is like wendy or something...i can't really remember but she makes me want to eat wendys, mmm baked potato with bacon and cheese. that sounds sooo good right now. but i have a picture of her too.



the trick is, to all call them the same thing. that way i never get caught and they never know about each other. the word of the month, or should i say title is "foxy". that is my theme. all my girls this month have to be foxy. if they are not foxy, then they are not my girl. obviously. i'm still looking out to see if i catch a smoking hot professor. so far, i've only seen a bunch of a old geezers. and you know how i feel about that old lady breath. i do not like it. so maybe i might find a young professor by some miracle. maybe. i guess i'm going to end this entry here. i'll probably update again tomorrow and make sure i confess all my shenanigans. yes, plural because i'm always up to something. muahahaha. over and out. or should i say over and under? because i'm about to be under one of these girls. haha.

today is june 1st. that is very important. the first of every month i have a very important task. i know it's my first night back in new york city but i already have a routine. this is how it goes. every first, i have to pick a college or university to be my preyground for the whole month. preyground because i'm obviously a predator and the students are my prey, well only the hot females. once that is accomplished, my goal is to pretend i go to that school, and lure students and get into their sexy panties. every week i have to pick two girls i'm very interested in and at least bed one of them. once that is done, the next week means another pair of girls i have to charm. it keeps me busy, it keeps me on my toes and it's a rush. it's all about the chase. by the end of the month, i strive to at least bed one extremely hot professor. sometimes it happens, sometimes it doesn't. but when it does happen, i fucking celebrate.

p.s. i will be posting pictures and telling stories about my most memorable conquests throughout the month. some are worth telling, some are not, that's why i won't sit here and waste my time telling you all about the boring stuff. let's hope these girls i pick fuck like stars. because if not they will just be another boring story, that i will be sure to never tell. wait...but if i never tell the story would it still be considered a story? i'm not sure...it could be an untold story, but if it isn't a good one, i won't even mention it....so you won't even know it existed. so it'd be more than just untold, it's existance wouldn't even be acknowledged...so you know what? i'm just going to stop right there. leave it at that.

riley seems excited to have me back in her life. too bad she's all about being committed to that roxan girl, because if she wasn't, i'm sure we would have one hell of a fucking time playing this little game of mine. who knows? maybe she might even cave in. or maybe i might find someone to play this game with. you never know. life is pretty unpredictable and chaotic. anyway, i just spent some time with riley and her girlfriend roxan. i'm not going to lie, roxan is fucking hot. but it is pretty obvious she is still a virgin. i had noooo idea those really existed anymore. i honestly thought they were a god damn myth or some shit. a legend. a hallucination. just a word in the dictionary that nobody can make sense of. what? what's a virgin? uhhh...

i'm shocked riley hasn't tapped that yet. maybe that's what they're about. riley's only with her for the chase? the ultimate grail? a virgin? a piece of eden. who knows, maybe roxan's virginity is up for grabs. i'm an assassin and if that's a piece of eden and the templars are after it. me and riley will protect her and take her virginity for ourselves to save the earth. duh. obviously. fuck the templars. more like templards. lol. lards. HAHA.

oh, anyway, regardless. here is my decision on my preyground....COLUMBIA UNIVERSITY. i picked that school because it's not that far from my house. so let's see how it goes. that place looks like a courthouse. but anyway. there you go. mark your calenders. because a week from now i should be giving you an update about my conquests. hopefully, i'll find some hot girls tomorrow. i'll let you know how that goes.

let's make those bitches' panties drop. low low low. i'm the fucking king of the world, get down on your knees. i wish and hope for happy hunting on my part.

none of my flights are ever uneventful. never. first, everyone thinks i'm only 15 years old. random old saggy tit ladies want to try and baby me and buy me potato chips or give me some crackers. that'd be kinda cool if they didn't insist on having their hot grandma breath all over my face. but don't worry, i take care of that shit real fast. i give them "tic tacs" more like a random cocktail of meds to knock them the fuck out. old lady breath be no more!!!

i can't stand that shit. i mean, it would be cool if it was actually an advantage. so far, looking younger than i am isn't really getting me anything i want. during the whole flight, i'm kind of freaking out because somehow my high wore off. i'm suffering from something like withdrawal. i'm fucking hallucinating... okay i guess i have some explaining to do. you ever seen the tv show house? he pops pills like crazy. well, i might do the same thing...sometimes. but i ended up giving all my shit to the old ladies to shut them the fuck up.

now i have this fucking itch i can't scratch. i'm literally going insane or something. worse than when i first got introduced to the texas summer heat. but anyway, i'm fucking hallucinating. this only happens when i don't get what i need. i fucking start seeing a shitload of zombies, my life basically turns to dawn of the dead. there is this one zombie though, he's fucking hot. his name is john-pierre. one time, he stood with me during a whole bus ride trying to eat my brains and grab my ass. it was hilarious.

well, i wouldn't mind if it was john-pierre with me on the plane. i actually enjoy his company more than i do most people. however, it wasn't him it was luisa, john-pierre's jealous ex girlfriend. and she had some crazy notion in her undead brain that her darling pierre was having an affair on her. so she kept trying to go mortal kombat on my ass.



everyone was just looking at me like i'm crazy though. but i'm not. i beat her ass. pssh, i'm bruce lee with a vag. i don't give a fuck. she's lucky i didn't throw her rotting ass out the plane. pierre doesn't love her anyway. just sayin'. OH! yeah, so like if you were wondering, what i was doing on a plane, i will tell you. um, i'm going back to new york city. yes, that's my jerusalem, that's my fucking holy land. i've been away for almost two years and it was the worst thing anyone could possibly do to me.

mind you, i've had terrible things done to me. most of it, i did to myself. not to toot my own horn. but yes, new york city, the best place ever. the only thing i have missed more than nyc is riley fucking avery. that is my right-hand. there is nothing we haven't done, nowhere we haven't fucking gone. we had no limits, no boundaries, we were what everybody else was too scared to be. we were free and wild. but i hear she changed, i hear she got "tamed".

to be honest, i think it's just an act. you can't change who you are. you can only hide it. duh, that's why there is so much identity theft and rubber dildos in the world. wait..the last part had nothing to do with the point i thought i was making. anyway, speaking of who we really are. i'm harlow alighieri. yeah, like the dude who wrote dante's inferno. yeah, he wrote it because it was a book before it was a fucking kick ass movie and video game. it was a kick ass book first and foremost. understand, bitch? yeah. you better. i'll spit fire on you. i'm a dragon.

me and riley's sexy ass go way back to when we were in diapers, shaking our asses like shakira does now, (where do you think she got her moves from?) drinking bottles wishing it was whiskey and bitch slapping that purple dinosaur bernardo, bastard, barney? one of those b names. i can't remember. yeah that's right we were bitch slapping his faggot ass. and when our parents dared to ask us what we were doing, we told them we were finger painting on his face. smart asses, bad asses since infancy.

i'm not gonna lie, i think i stopped aging the second they took me away from riley. my growth was stunted, it was ridiculous. i think i turned into a vampire or something. i don't even know. maybe it's just another hallucination. but i don't care. i've missed her with all my black little heart. we use to have the most fun ever, running around naked in the middle of the street for five bucks to win a bet. being chased by the cops every other day of the week. making strippers do the robot for us. filling our mouths up with as much liquor as possible, looking like chipmonks, then spitting fire with our lighters. we use to bungee jump off bridges and rob chinese delivery people. the best part about that was when we did it when we had the munchies. we would be so high, we ran in zig zags and would tackle the chinos and fall all over the bike and army crawl under cars to hide from them. it was pretty cool, it was always a surprise, we never knew what we were gonna end up with, pork fried rice with chicken and broccoli or chicken wings with french fries. either way, it was a win win situation.

i guess, i was gone for so long she tried to change and be someone she's not. but it won't stay like that for long. not with me back in town. and i swear, the second i laid eyes on her, i had bats flapping around in my stomach wildly, psychotically, schizophrenically. because butterflies are for wimpy losers and fags. riley, me and john-pierre are gonna live the fucking life. WANT.TAKE. HAVE. that's how shit goes around here.

LET'S GET THIS FUCKING PARTY STARTED!!! THROW YOUR BRAS UP IN THE AIR BITCHES. imma collect them. please and thank you, have a fucking fan-fucking-tabulous mother fucking day, night, whatever. same shit to me.