The grass crunched
beneath my tired dogs.
I look like somebody
I don't want to know right
now.
But that's okay.
It's so fucking hot
that warpaint would melt off
and hairspray only works
for killing bugs.
I'd laugh about that reputation
southern girls get at birth;
camel toe shorts, and a wifebeater
but I am it~
you could even call me Cooter.
I ain't sexy though.
I forgot to shave.




Want the opposite of what you've written dear lady. I have it, wanna trade.

you never fail to make me laugh.. and I love you for it..



I'm laughin' my ass off here, too. Mostly 'cause I've always called it "warpaint", too.

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