Some of you may know me as “Nicole,” which is not my real name. I don’t think I actually have a legal name as my biological mother personally pulled me out of her uterus and handed my fetus to the nearest abortion clinic. It was there that I was rescued by a pack of wild chihuahuas and nursed back to health. Unfortunately, being a fetus (excuse me, faetus) and in the process of developing a soul, I was traumatized by my mother’s heartless action and that is why to this day I have an IQ of 45 and am on disability for a series of unnamed mental illnesses.
These are my friends:
I live in a trailer with my heroin addict adoptive parents and my 10 cats, all of whom are named Jimmy. Feel free to drop me a line if you are attracted to 43-year-old 400 pound midgets!
That’s me in my beautiful, rustic cabin made of Photoshop.
