Updated: Feb 5
A strand of my hair has been stolen by Bart Simpson. I feel like I’ve been raped. I’m serious. He reached out and picked it right out of my head without asking if he could so much as touch me.
Bart needs to cut it out with the Voodoo shit. Does he really think that he can entrance me the way a retired stripper entrances a man in a mid life crisis? This is fucked up. Fuck you and your fuck you socks. I’m not sure if I like you anymore.
If I start being thrown out of the bed in my sleep at night and served breakfast in bed by a man with his pinky out, should I assume that it’s a demon, Bart, or the ghost of retired strippers past? What a heart breaker.
Watch Bart cut Lisa's hair here: https://youtu.be/A7rdszRYfAI
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