i don't know if the handful of dudes that read this blog are going to be turned off by my self-indulgence in posting even more girly shit, but meh.. i'm willing to take a gamble on it.
i bloody well love the runaways, and have spent many an hour lip-synching this song in the mirror and pretending to be cherie currie. the bitch is BAD. she be reppin' undies as outerwear lightyears ahead of lady gaga, et al. real talk.
obvs gonna see the movie.
2 comments:
what happened to the post dedicated to me so your readers dont forget who really runs this shit?
keep dreamin' daddy.
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