Our Kween devised a “fool proof” and “crafty” plan to
pretend that Madd ‘Goomba’ Hughes lives with her and Mama at the Wilcher Estate.
The Pretty Ladies were very much aware of her bullshit to start with, so many
ape cackles ensued when proof of her lies surfaced from the sources of Momos
Twitter and the grannies at GG. Kailyn uploaded a couple of videos explaining
the living situation and proceeded to tell us that she wouldn’t be proving he
is there and that we can either believe it or not *bitchface*. She also was called out numerous times on
Instagram, which prompted a deleting spree. Be more obvious Kai!
From Momo's Twitter. The proof that Madd still works in his local Walmart, after Kailyn insisted he had transferred to Bowie.
Kailyn's Chit Chat VLOG- Different Videos, BlogTV, Marriage…
The usually slow grandmas at GG noticed that many of the photos from Kai's fail Instagram had been taken at the Hughes mansion, although bbwhale insisted they were at the Sunflower Estate with Mama. Kailyn also pretended to be a culinary Goddess by "cooking" a rather fetching pizza with pancake mix and burning some cookie dough straight out of a packet.
If you’re reading this bbwhale then don’t insult the
intelligence of the Pretty Ladies! You will always be called out sharry!
Meanwhile in Hollywood, Maryland. Maureen Lewis and her brand new fuckwhale have made things Facebook official! Momo is gagging for marriage and crotch turds, but James Statter isn't willing to reveal his chode to her jumanji bush just yet.
These tweets came shortly after Keef Beard was begging momo to let him move in. Maureen was considering it at first, even though she had to drive ages to ride his beluga chode in the past. No more aspie puthy for you Keef!
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lmao fail troll is so amazed that some toilet scurbbing company actually hired her. we know you are embellishing your minimum wage salary, sweetie. ok, you got a toilet scrubbing job, now you just need to make some equally grubby friends and get an actual life! you are on your way!
thanks for telling us what your therapist suggested for you! hope it works out.
those pics are sick. she moved her promise ring so she could diddle deeper. and you can see her pussy mole
her promise ring is on the ring finger. i thought it was on the wrong finger at first too. it's just the way her FASsy fingers look.
lmao hairy*
ohh i see it now thanks
NEW POST!
http://imgur.com/shvYnuh
I screamed
testes, testes
hallo?
any juan?
ellen bohn is the only idiot who says "sex pot", and who's always calling dani and aaron sex pots? exactly. always outing herself.
cackling. ellen is sf jealous that she can't be on our club kids blog!!!!
is she even pregnant still? she hasn't mentioned it and she's been getting high hourly, that fetus probably died weeks ago.
and when is that loser supposedly starting school?
lmao that retard was never going to school. that was a LIE planted by ellen bohn herself, trying to save her reputation.
ikr she's clearly still here F5'ing the blog and commenting hourly so everyone knows she's still here. when is she going to go to school or have a baby and take care of it?
IF she has another baby CPS is seriously going to be over at the trailer to snatch it in 2.5 seconds. she's such a retard if she thinks she's keeping it. she needs drug tests before going to see roger on her monthly visit. did everyone see her FB? her monthly visit was a while ago and of course she had to have a photoshoot to pretend she has the perfect little family.
Look at fail loser trying to tarnish my reputation. Sweetie, I am going to school and will be taking care of my daughter, Billynia Jessica Bohn Kuper.
cackling. ELLEN IS JUST JEALOUS THAT SHE CANT COME TO OUR CLUB KIDS BLOG!!!
our club kids blog is for the cool cats only.
club kid blog aka ellenjessicabohn.com
our club kids blog is for the suave only.
this shit dead blog hasn't been updated since NOVEMBER 11, that's 2 months ago, the fail mod forgot all about it. you can move on, ellen.
my name is ellen and im hot
lmao move on to what? that loser doesn't leave her trailer and spends all day on the computer. there is no way she's leaving the blog. it's literally all she does all day. she'll sit here talking to herself all day F5'ing (again) instead of moving on. she'll resurrect one of her fail blogs if she has to and just sit there talking to herself, like she did here earlier. sf insane and useless.
i'm still laughing at ellen bohn randomly mentioning she's going to school and pretending it's true. meanwhile she's still here all day F5'ng and patrolling.
ok casey
go get ready for school, ellen. and go set up your nursery. oh wait....
*goes on ebay laptop and types up some babble pretending it's an essay for school*
*goes in closet and pulls out old baby clothes for the imaginary fetus that aborted itself months ago*
there's an area of the ground floor hallway that smells JUST LIKE my ex bf's apartment.
the same ex bf who is now flying his skanky gf all over the globe despite being INCAPABLE of getting a passport or paying for dinner when we were together.
(IC says they on a sexy vacation in Morocco.)
i have flashbacks avery time i go to get the mail or do the laundry,
ima have to move in 2014. THX KAI KAI.
stylehaul is a scam
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pVbzVcyGW00
another scam http://youtu.be/cPluruCLwcw watch at 6 minutes.
another scam fullscreen http://youtu.be/TmMRzgz-5vs
isn't this nothing new? didn't ray william johnson blow up at makers for ripping him and his ideas off and trying to take all his money? but since makers has big names behind them ray william johnson had ~fans~ attacking him over speaking the truth? he had legit pictures of the shitty contracts and everything to back up what he was saying. some people are just stupid though and still sign, that how the companies still exist and are growing so fast
oopth, it's just ~maker~ studios
Anyone else wonder why the blawg is super quiet and dead today? Oh that's because smellen is in the hospital about to shit out crack babby #2 so she has something to neglect and drop! What a surprise it's so quiet while she's in the hospital... Jfc the pretty ladies are always right.
lmao are you serious? she's giving birth already? she's 9 months?
Yup. The only reason that's so shocking is because she was doing drugs and drinking for the few beginning months and then she started hinting that she was pregnant but she was actually like 6 months pregnant by then.
http://instagram.com/pr1ncessellen
omg. it's true.
http://instagram.com/p/jE-KyQHVrG/
lmfao she's hilarious. what mean people? the blog? she realizes it's her own fault, right? she's been on every blog being a raging idiot for at least 4 years now and she legit has a mental problem and can't stop trolling or staying off blogs.
i don't think she's giving birth yet? she's just having contractions and says she's going home soon, so i bet later tonight she'll be right back on the blog raging away. such a loser.
she's only about 35/36 weeks. bb ellen needs to chill the fuck out before she had a premie in the icu.
fucking dweebs on this blog i swear
January 12, 2014 10:13 pm
ellen bohn's last words before she started having premature contractions and rushed to the hospital. poor thing really did get all worked up over the blog. she's going to be sued again when she doesn't pay the bills!
blair is still claiming she got swine flu... twice
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PS9CsBR1O-4
oh never mind, she's already home and made a new post. knew ellen was the mod of this fail blog too.
the mod better get a new post up NOW!
is ellen's blog working for anyone else?
ok fail mod, stop pretending you aren't patrolling and write a new post. enough is enough.
Both vlogs were boring as FUCK! I especially hated the Disney one - just when it should have become worth it, Jen cuts to a new scene. All the food, all the time. She really should consider a new channel - WHAT WE PUT IN OUR PIEHOLES . Basically, if you saw it on IG, you saw the exact same image, but moving in the vlog. And you saw it again in her blog. What a waste of EVERYTHING - time, battery, space, brain cells. There is NO information passed along, nor anything remotely helpful or new. It was Jen sharing - for no particular reason or purpose - as usual.
The jig is up, Jen. Your lifestyle was quirky and semi-interesting for a while. But let's face it, your life is like the movie Groundhog Day. When people started calling you out on your hypocrisy, you were defiantly "going to do me." But you "can't do you" now, because all you are is a self-absorbed twit. You are not original, nor talented. All you can do is shop and eat. And the reason why you have "social anxiety" sweetie, is because you are incapable of holding up your end of a conversation with anybody other than clerks in retail. You have nothing to offer, you live in a bubble, and your entire day revolves around what you can do for yourself next. Kinda hard to relate to other people beyond the superficial when you have nothing to offer, no? No wonder you're anxious.
ok madelynwilcherhughes aka ellen bohn. thanks for confirming it was you all along. MWH vanished as soon as you went into labor. how convenient.
and now you know the rest of the story.
Like that is seriously cray cray and i am judging you so hard.
this blog is DEAD! fail mod better not get bored and make a new post to babble with her fellow retards.
that*
ellen LOST and the PLs won! :)
LMFAOOOOOOOO KEEP RAGING BLOG LOSER!!!
of fucking course ellen is prepared to sit here all week. the 2 other girls are not going to find you here, loser. the blog really is DEAD now.
what time did ellen mod say she'd be posting the new post?
100% by morning a new post will be up and ellen will be babbling to herself on it.
OF COURSE ellen is still here. she really did spend all night here and she's still ready to go for hours more.
it's obvious blog loser is the mod. 99& of these comments have the name ellen in it.
ellen is still trolling herself by being on here 24/7? lmfao loser.
LMFAOOOOOOOOO blog loser is so mad that there's an open post!!
i love how blog loser thinks one girl can be on here 24/7. such logic.
ok ellen bohn, you "won" sweetie! have fun all alone talking to yourself 24/7 on your completely dead blog. even if you make a new post NO ONE is going to be here. lonely loser will finally off herself. RIP ellen.
ok ellen bohn, you "won" sweetie! have fun all alone talking to yourself 24/7 on your completely dead blog. even if you make a new post NO ONE is going to be here. lonely loser will finally off herself. RIP ellen.
ok, blog loser. go. leave you worthless turd. bye!
Did blog loser kill herself? hopefully. She's literally the most insane person. Even more of a loon than ellen and maureen combined.
ikr. her pea brain must be so fried.
i cannot at blog loser. wow. just wow.
Need a new pooooooooost
fat megan/blog loser is sad that no one will notice her spamming on this post as it is on the bottom of the page.
i won! thanks for not making a new post, ellen bohn!
Go fuck yourself, fail cunt. I need a new post or will die soon. Don't you care? Fucking idiot murderer. Go spam somewhere else you fail turd.
fat meghan overdosed on her meds today
Is there a new post yet? Why start a new blog if the fail mod is going to abandon it? I FEEL SO UNLOVED!!!!
And I mean just a mod like this one here(even tho she dead) or myself where they aren't overruling power hungry cunts like lilkaikai was
keep talking to and about yourself fat fail dead blog troll nobody cares
is her fail site even up yet? wtf happened to it being up "this weekend"? it's monday bb. you fail.
maybe if u ever got off ur computer and went into the real world u would understnad why its not up yet fail troll some peple ahave lives outside of gothiping about youtubers u should try to get juan
ok taj...
tahj's site is fugo. sahrry.
No ugly like your mom
you had one job, meghan. jfc
look at irate fail troll having shallow breathing & how upset they are that they have nowhere to waste their lonely boring days on the internet. taking it out on girls who are prettier, thinner, and more mobile than them and who have lives every day and dont sit on the computer while plucking the dingleberries from their asshairs and eating them as an afternoon delight. get your inhaler fat ugly fail troll before you pass out and have to press your life alert button since you are too fat to fit through the doorframe in your house.
why hasnt fail troll killed her disgusting hideous self yet? every time she looks in the mirror it shatters and every time she walks on the floor it breaks from under her. please kill yourself fail troll.
lmfao look at immobile fail troll sticking up for themselves. blog loser, you cant move. get your caretaker to roll you outside and get yourself a job at walmard like malt.
taj won and fail troll lost
fail troll why are you so salty?
fail troll its not nice to talk about yourself and your life. stop projecting your fail life onto other people. you are the one struggling to get a job because youre a whackadoodle loon, on top of the fact that youre so ugly when you leave the house people run and hide. get a job you fat jobless loser.
HEY OWNER OF BONNIE.PW, add taj aka meghan to your victims site
if taj's site was ddosed that would be a upgrade lmao!
look at fail troll talking to herself to make it seem like more people are here agreeing with her. she needs a place to use her multiple personality disorder to its full advantage.
fail troll honey, the voices in your head arent real people. stop punching yourself in the leg and get to a therapist, once you lose 405 pounds and can fit through your door again.
lmfaoooo poor taj is losing it, no, sweetums, you're the one projecting multiple personalities, it's a side effect of you having syphyiliss by catching it from your homo bf and you taking so many meds for your misdiagnosed "anxiety"
https://40.media.tumblr.com/c313280765e17acef1d67d11e4443d1c/tumblr_nax95eQ2v61sioqleo1_500.jpg
someone needs to look into taj's obession with kai's bb. she's always flicking her bean to gracie's pictures and calling the baby all kinds of names. yes, we get it, gracie is ugly and has FAS and you want to rape her but please shut the fuck up.
someone send all taj's posts and information aka identit to kailyn so kailyn can get a straining order against taj.
fail troll is definitely that jobless mental case, morgan runyon. look at him freaking out on the dead blog the past 2 days just because tai's fail forum went live. he's freaking out on GG too writing posts about her site.
morgan is fail troll
where's fat meghan?
i don't think tahj has a job. she's posting on ytt all day and night. there is no real time when she's not posting that she's supposed to be at work.
mobile phones, how do they work
she said herself she doesn't have a job, retard. nice try tho taj.
taj doesn't have a job, dum dum. she's too busy having anxiety attacks and can't even go outside because morgan might be out there to get her. derr.
hey, Meghan! ready for another night of staying up until 5am ad miraculously working 'so much'?
are you ready for another night of staying up til 7am picking your asshairs while chewing on them watching every move taj makes so you can comment about it on this dead blog and cackle to yourself while slapping the side of your head and lifting your leg to fart????????????????? then crying into your pillow because taj can leave her house and doesnt look like a sun deprived obese carcass with pock mark pimples and stretchmarks on her neck?
Dear Diary,
I made a huge accomplishment today. I only had 10 cobbs of corn today...It has been very difficult to ween myself off of corn but i am making progress and i am proud of myself...it's extremely hard because i go to the store a lot and see all kinds of corn...rich and creamy corn, soft kernel corn, and my favorite, lucious corn on the cobb. I am trying to have as much self control as possible...I only put a pound of corn in my bath water today as well. And I have not dug any corn out of my poop in almost hours. I will continue to keep control
taj is lonely, depressed, and obese. how sad. up those meds!
Meghan/Taj makes the weirdest, most specific insults "popping your pimples", "eating the dirt off of your neck", "stained panties" "eating your pubes". It's just weird man. She is so identifiable. Like, do YOU do these things Meghan? So bizarre. But keep on! Your creativity is amazing. What bodily function are we eating now bb?
like even on the reddit you were sharing your unfunny humor. you are so obvious that you are blog loser/fail troll, taj.
FOR NICK Finally . . . Always 7:09 A.M. Everyone thinks
it was because of the snow. And in a way, I suppose thats
true. I wake up this morning to a thin blanket of white covering
our front lawn. It isnt even an inch, but in this part of Oregon
a slight dusting brings everything to a standstill as the one
snowplow in the county gets busy clearing the roads. It is wet
water that drops from the skyand drops and drops and dropsnot the
frozen kind. It is enough snow to cancel school. My little
brother, Teddy, lets out a war whoop when Moms AM radio announces
the closures. Snow day! he bellows. Dad, lets go make a
snowman. My dad smiles and taps on his pipe. He started smoking
one recently as part of this whole 1950s, Father Knows Best retro
kick he is on. He also wears bow ties. I am never quite clear on
whether all this is sartorial or sardonicDads way of announcing
that he used to be a punker but is now a middle-school English
teacher, or if becoming a teacher has actually turned my dad into
this genuine throwback. But I like the smell of the pipe tobacco.
It is sweet and smoky, and reminds me of winters and
woodstoves. You can make a valiant try, Dad tells Teddy.
Can we have chocolate chips in them? I dont see why
not, Mom replies. Woo hoo! Teddy yelps, waving his arms in the
air. You have far too much energy for this early in the morning,
I tease. I turn to Mom. Maybe you shouldnt let Teddy drink so
much coffee. Ive switched him to decaf, Mom volleys back. Hes
just naturally exuberant. As long as youre not switching me to
decaf, I say. That would be child abuse, Dad says. Mom hands me
a steaming mug and the newspaper. Theres a nice picture of your
young man in there, she says. Really? A picture? Yep. Its about
the most weve seen of him since summer, Mom says, giving me a
sidelong glance with her eyebrow arched, her version of a
soul-searching stare. I know, I say, and then without meaning
to, I sigh. Adams band, Shooting Star, is on an upward spiral,
which, is a great thingmostly. Ah, fame, wasted on the youth,
Dad says, but hes smiling. I know hes excited for Adam.
Ah, fame, wasted on the youth,
Dad says, but hes smiling. I know hes excited for Adam. Proud
even. I leaf through the newspaper to the calendar section.
Theres a small blurb about Shooting Star, with an even smaller
picture of the four of them, next to a big article about Bikini
and a huge picture of the bands lead singer: punk-rock diva
Brooke Vega. The bit about them basically says that local band
Shooting Star is opening for Bikini on the Portland leg of
Bikinis national tour. It doesnt mention the even-bigger-to-me
news that last night Shooting Star headlined at a club in Seattle
and, according to the text Adam sent me at midnight, sold out the
place. Are you going tonight? Dad asks. I was planning to.
I hear a crash and a boom
coming from upstairs. Teddy is pounding on his drum kit. It used
to belong to Dad. Back when hed played drums in a
big-in-our-town, unknown-anywhere-else band, back when hed worked
at a record store. Dad grins at Teddys noise, and seeing that, I
feel a familiar pang. I know its silly but I have always wondered
if Dad is disappointed that I didnt become a rock chick. Id meant
to. Then, in third grade, Id wandered over to the cello in music
classit looked almost human to me. It looked like if you played
it, it would tell you secrets, so I started playing. Its been
almost ten years now and I havent stopped. So much for going
back to sleep, Mom yells over Teddys noise. What do you know,
the snows already melting. Dad says, puffing on his pipe. I go to
the back door and peek outside. A patch of sunlight has broken
through the clouds, and I can hear the hiss of the ice melting. I
close the door and go back to the table.
Dad says, puffing on his pipe. I go to
the back door and peek outside. A patch of sunlight has broken
through the clouds, and I can hear the hiss of the ice melting. I
close the door and go back to the table. I think the county
overreacted, I say. Maybe. But they cant un-cancel school. Horse
is already out of the barn, and I already called in for the day
off, Mom says. Indeed. But we might take advantage of this
unexpected boon and go somewhere, Dad says. Take a drive. Visit
Henry and Willow. Henry and Willow are some of Mom and Dads old
music friends whod also had a kid and decided to start behaving
like grown-ups. They live in a big old farmhouse. Henry does Web
stuff from the barn they converted into a home office and Willow
works at a nearby hospital. They have a baby girl. Thats the real
reason Mom and Dad want to go out there.
eddy having just turned
eight and me being seventeen means that we are long past giving
off that sour-milk smell that makes adults melt. We can stop at
BookBarn on the way back, Mom says, as if to entice me. BookBarn
is a giant, dusty old used-book store. In the back they keep a
stash of twenty-five-cent classical records that nobody ever
seems to buy except me. I keep a pile of them hidden under my
bed. A collection of classical records is not the kind of thing
you advertise. Ive shown them to Adam, but that was only after
wed already been together for five months. Id expected him to
laugh. Hes such the cool guy with his pegged jeans and black
low-tops, his effortlessly beat-up punk-rock tees and his subtle
tattoos. He is so not the kind of guy to end up with someone like
me.
I woke up in a dingy claw-foot bathtub in an unfamiliar
pink-tiled bathroom. A stack of Maxims sat next to the toilet,
green toothpaste globbed in the sink, and white drips streaked
the mirror. The window showed a dark sky and a full moon. What
day of the week was it? Where was I? A frat house
at the U of A? Someone s apartment? I could barely remember that
my name was Sutton Mercer, or that I lived in the foothills of
Tucson, Arizona. I had no idea where my purse was, and I didn t
have a clue where I d parked my car. Actual y, what kind of car
did I drive? Had someone slipped me
something?
Emma? a guy s voice called from another room. You home?
I m busy! called a voice close by.
A tall, thin girl opened the bathroom door, her tangled dark hair
hanging in her face. Hey! I leapt to my feet. Someone s
in here already
Someone definitely slipped me something.
The girl didn t seem to hear me. She stumbled forward, her face
covered in shadows.
Hello? I cried, climbing out of the tub. She didn t look
over. Are you deaf? Nothing. She pumped a bottle of
lavender-scented lotion and rubbed
it on her arms.
The door flung open again, and a snub-nosed, unshaven teenage guy
burst in. Oh. His gaze flew to the girl s tight-fitting
T-shirt, which said NEW
YORK NEW YORK ROLLER COASTER on the front. I didn t know you
were in here, Emma.
That s maybe why the door was closed? Emma pushed him out
and slammed it shut. She turned back to the mirror. I stood right
behind her.
Hey! I cried again.
Because Emma looked exactly like me.
And I wasn t there.
Emma turned and walked out of the bathroom, and I followed as if
something was yanking me along behind her. Who was this girl? Why
did we
look the same? Why was I invisible? And why couldn t I remember,
well, anything? The wrong memories snapped into aching, nostalgic
focus the
glittering sunset over the Catalinas, the smell of the lemon
trees in my backyard in the morning, the feel of cashmere
slippers on my toes. But other
things, the most important things, had become muffled and fuzzy,
as if I d lived my whole life underwater. I saw vague shapes,
but I couldn t make
out what they were. I couldn t remember what I d done for any
summer vacations, who my first kiss had been with, or what it
felt like to feel the sun on my face or dance to my favorite
song. What was my favorite song? And even worse, every second
that passed, things got fuzzier and fuzzier.
Like they were disappearing.
Like I was disappearing.
But then I concentrated really hard and I heard a muffled scream.
And suddenly it was like I was somewhere else. I felt pain
shooting through my
body, before a final, sleepy sensation of my muscles
surrendering. As my eyes slowly closed, I saw a blurry, shadowy
figure standing over me.
Oh my God, I whispered.
No wonder Emma didn t see me. No wonder I wasn t in the mirror.
I wasn t real y here.
I was dead.
1
THE DEAD RINGER
Emma Paxton carried her canvas tote and a glass of iced tea out
the back door of her new foster family s home on the outskirts
of Las Vegas.
It was a far cry from my backyard in Tucson, which was
desert-landscaped to perfection and had a wooden swing set I used
to pretend was a
castle. Like I said, it was weird and random which details I
still remembered and which ones had evaporated away. For the last
hour, I d been
following Emma trying to make sense of her life and willing
myself to remember my own. Not like I had a choice. Everywhere
she went, I went. I
wasn t entirely sure how I knew these things about Emma, either
they just appeared in my head as I watched her, like a text
message popping up
in an inbox. I knew the details of her life better than I did my
own.
Emma dropped the tote on the faux wrought-iron patio table,
plopped down in a plastic lawn chair, and craned her neck upward.
The only nice
thing about this patio was that it faced away from the casinos,
offering a large swath of clear, uninterrupted sky. The moon
dangled halfway up the
horizon, a bloated alabaster wafer. Emma s gaze drifted to two
bright, familiar stars to the east.
At nine years old, Emma had wistfully named the
star on the right the Mom Star, the star on the left the Dad
Star, and the smaller, brightly twinkling spot just below them
the Emma Star. She d made up all kinds of fairy tales about
these stars, pretending that they were her real family and that
one day they d all be reunited on earth like they were in the
sky.
Emma had been in foster care for most of her life. She d never
met her dad, but she remembered her mother, with whom she had
lived until she was five years old. Her mom s name was Becky.
She was a slender woman who loved shouting out the answers to
Wheel of Fortune, dancing
around the living room to Michael Jackson songs,and reading
tabloids that ran stories like BABY
BORN FROM PUMPKIN! and BAT BOY LIVES!
Meghan/Taj makes the weirdest, most specific insults "popping your pimples", "eating the dirt off of your neck", "stained panties" "eating your pubes". It's just weird man. She is so identifiable. Like, do YOU do these things Meghan? So bizarre. But keep on! Your creativity is amazing. What bodily function are we eating now bb?
dammmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmn did you ever slay her.
Nice try taj. Ellen j bohn is in jail for prostitution and child endangerment. You can continue screaming at her on this dead blog here for another 5 years if you'd like.
is there a pic of her bf?
The only nice
thing about this patio was that it faced away from the casinos,
offering a large swath of clear, uninterrupted sky. The moon
dangled halfway up the
horizon, a bloated alabaster wafer. Emma s gaze drifted to two
bright, familiar stars to the east.
At nine years old, Emma had wistfully named the
star on the right the Mom Star, the star on the left the Dad
Star, and the smaller, brightly twinkling spot just below them
the Emma Star. She d made up all kinds of fairy tales about
these stars, pretending that they were her real family and that
one day they d all be reunited on earth like they were in the
sky.
Emma had been in foster care for most of her life. She d never
met her dad, but she remembered her mother, with whom she had
lived until she was five years old. Her mom s name was Becky.
She was a slender woman who loved shouting out the answers to
Wheel of Fortune, dancing
around the living room to Michael Jackson songs,and reading
tabloids that ran stories like BABY
BORN FROM PUMPKIN! and BAT BOY LIVES!
The only nice
thing about this patio was that it faced away from the casinos,
offering a large swath of clear, uninterrupted sky. The moon
dangled halfway up the
horizon, a bloated alabaster wafer. Emma s gaze drifted to two
bright, familiar stars to the east.
At nine years old, Emma had wistfully named the
star on the right the Mom Star, the star on the left the Dad
Star, and the smaller, brightly twinkling spot just below them
the Emma Star. She d made up all kinds of fairy tales about
these stars, pretending that they were her real family and that
one day they d all be reunited on earth like they were in the
sky.
Emma had been in foster care for most of her life. She d never
met her dad, but she remembered her mother, with whom she had
lived until she was five years old. Her mom s name was Becky.
She was a slender woman who loved shouting out the answers to
Wheel of Fortune, dancing
around the living room to Michael Jackson songs,and reading
tabloids that ran stories like BABY
BORN FROM PUMPKIN! and BAT BOY LIVES!
The only nice
thing about this patio was that it faced away from the casinos,
offering a large swath of clear, uninterrupted sky. The moon
dangled halfway up the
horizon, a bloated alabaster wafer. Emma s gaze drifted to two
bright, familiar stars to the east.
At nine years old, Emma had wistfully named the
star on the right the Mom Star, the star on the left the Dad
Star, and the smaller, brightly twinkling spot just below them
the Emma Star. She d made up all kinds of fairy tales about
these stars, pretending that they were her real family and that
one day they d all be reunited on earth like they were in the
sky.
Emma had been in foster care for most of her life. She d never
met her dad, but she remembered her mother, with whom she had
lived until she was five years old. Her mom s name was Becky.
She was a slender woman who loved shouting out the answers to
Wheel of Fortune, dancing
around the living room to Michael Jackson songs,and reading
tabloids that ran stories like BABY
BORN FROM PUMPKIN! and BAT BOY LIVES!
The only nice
thing about this patio was that it faced away from the casinos,
offering a large swath of clear, uninterrupted sky. The moon
dangled halfway up the
horizon, a bloated alabaster wafer. Emma s gaze drifted to two
bright, familiar stars to the east.
At nine years old, Emma had wistfully named the
star on the right the Mom Star, the star on the left the Dad
Star, and the smaller, brightly twinkling spot just below them
the Emma Star. She d made up all kinds of fairy tales about
these stars, pretending that they were her real family and that
one day they d all be reunited on earth like they were in the
sky.
Emma had been in foster care for most of her life. She d never
met her dad, but she remembered her mother, with whom she had
lived until she was five years old. Her mom s name was Becky.
She was a slender woman who loved shouting out the answers to
Wheel of Fortune, dancing
around the living room to Michael Jackson songs,and reading
tabloids that ran stories like BABY
BORN FROM PUMPKIN! and BAT BOY LIVES!
love the variety, taj... copypasta instead of lyrics
where did guru gateway go
LMFAO! TAJ WINS! THAT CHEAP HOSTED PROBOARDS SITE GOT DELETED!
gurugateway is gone! damn.
lmaoooooooo. gurugateway is dead.
http://i.imgur.com/zdSL74r.png
if that isnt granny mentality idk what is i mean honest to god atleast taj wont leak ur personal info and do all the weird shit morgan has done
i'm making a new blog
www.youtube.com/watch?v=nRpjJDzR8N4 i swear her bf must be autistic. but her boyfriend is a legitimate mixed blasian and she is just a weeaboo.
http://sexhamher.blogspot.com/
lol im a rere. i hadnt refreshed. thanks for the blawg bb!
http://i.imgur.com/jjMcfrC.png
priddy lady, you should change the comment form to the klassic version!
NEW BLOG!!!!!!!!!
http://sexhamher.blogspot.com/
priddy lady, you should change the comment form to the klassic version!
ok i will.
those grannies are dumb. why dont they just make a chan website or look for free forums that host porn? bc porn servers obv wouldnt care
they were traveling and working but like srsly im grossed the fuck out
blogs are dead!
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qn-N7qo8bAw
LMFAO TAJ'S SISTER'S CRAFTS: http://www.pinterest.com/pin/190628996702991127/ lol.look like the shit kai's friend made. so many similarities jfc
Cackling. Taj's sis is tho talented gigglexhale
I miss the blog too. I can't get in to ytt at all.
cackling @ 50shadesomaltt. def a person on here who used to bash blog loser/taj/whoever
has taj and her shut in bf fixed those bugs yet?
are casey knudsen and ellen bohn still crying for their girls back on a new blog so they can sit on it 24/7 instead of getting lives or jobs or losing weight?
i fucking hate the HAPPYEASTERBAI sig on wickedwitch's posts. i real it every single time. she thinks because ytt isn't GG that she can be a complete bitch about everything. i'm glad ytt isn't as popular as they thought. there's only a handful of people posting and most of the posts are by taj and ww. gurugateway had more traffic than ytt does now.
gurugossip won, as always.
taj is beyond psycho with all the hate she has for that bb. it's not normal.
none of that is true fail troll. stop projecting.
http://i.imgur.com/MhoHWxZ.jpg
attention this just in
fail trolls picture has finally been leaked
its an internet exclusive
after she sits and rages all day about how fat and ugly kai is along with other pretty thin fabulous girls she has finally leaked her own photo
she is delusional and thinks she is thinner and hotter than kai and all the other pretty ladies
the only friend she has is the dead fail blog that she uses to talk to herself day in and day out
she cant even walk outside because when she does children scream and cry and run for cover so she is just a recluse
glued to her chair diddling her massive fupa to pics of kai and taj and gracie all day long grunting and fist pounding when another pl is outed and is more beautiful than her
fail troll this is the only plead i have for you NEVER KILL YOURSELF
IM sure its hard being as hideously grotesque special obese etc as you are but you need to hang in there life isnt over for you as much as you hate yourself you have another chance
Lmao look at retard taj spazzing out. Take your meds jfc
~~~gracie has down syndrome~~~ hur dur i'm taj the great creator of ytt lahve me bbs!
anything happening in the bowie world?
Depends on how long you've been out of the loop of kaka land
it's been a few months now. lost interest after she started posting pics of the bb because it wasn't as exciting as when they were leaked.
yeah tbh i've kind of lost interest too. im still gonna check back once in a while to see how kai and grace look and see if she has a new man or not.
i hate ytt 😫
what's going on at LS's forum? i was able to lurk without making an account, but guess someone told her that we could do that so she changed the settings. i just want to read without making a fucking account everywhere ffs.
thisjuanblog.blogspot.com
We're over there now pls!!!!!!!
where is everyjuan? ytt is dead asf and gg is granny. i miss da priddy laddies.
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