Dear Steamer Lady,
I HATE YOU. I hate your obviously dyed-brown beehive-like hair, your fiftys' glasses, your bony little legs and arms and your crazy eyebrows. I hate your voice, especially when you're asking me to make your goddamn steamer that I make for you 9/10 times you're there. Because I KNOW HOW TO FUCKING MAKE IT, OKAY?! I know, exactly,
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