Also, she was rubbing her ass and crotch on a foam “Go Team” finger, as if everyone was going to universally agree that was sultry and spicy. And you could tell she was just SO SHOCKED, when everyone was like “eeeew, what the fuck? Who even does that? And that’s Alan Thicke’s son? He’s supposed to be famous, or something?”
Then, when people were like “yo, isn’t your long-term boyfriend kinda being unnecessarily humiliated on a massive and painful level,” she had the gall to be like “YEAH, GIRL POWER! I’M MORE IMPORTANT THAN GRACE HOPPER AND SUSAN B. ANTHONY, ROLLED INTO ONE PERSON!”
And, through the whole era, she also managed to invent several faces more annoying than the duckface. Again, with an attending attitude of apparently pure pride.
Remember when she tried to “twerk” and she just had zero ass to twerk with? Good times.
Also, she was rubbing her ass and crotch on a foam “Go Team” finger, as if everyone was going to universally agree that was sultry and spicy. And you could tell she was just SO SHOCKED, when everyone was like “eeeew, what the fuck? Who even does that? And that’s Alan Thicke’s son? He’s supposed to be famous, or something?”
Then, when people were like “yo, isn’t your long-term boyfriend kinda being unnecessarily humiliated on a massive and painful level,” she had the gall to be like “YEAH, GIRL POWER! I’M MORE IMPORTANT THAN GRACE HOPPER AND SUSAN B. ANTHONY, ROLLED INTO ONE PERSON!”
And, through the whole era, she also managed to invent several faces more annoying than the duckface. Again, with an attending attitude of apparently pure pride.
Y’all need a life.
Meh. Probably.