must've stabbed her.


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Brandy, 22, post-apocalyptic Michigan, insurance verifier by day, screenwriter by night.


I'm a ridiculously lucky and enthusiastic fat lady with nonstop ideas and really great hair. Life is really starting to go my way, and I'm working towards my big goal of being paid to make fantastically bloody/punny grindhouse films and help others do the same. I like bright colors, puns, popcorn, and lipstick.

The various goodies you'll find here include a rather significant amount of gore, horror and zombies; fat acceptance posts, Corgis!; anything to do with Bruce Campbell; makeup and nails I like; Britney Spears; and good old fashioned reblogs of anything that amuses or inspires me.

I had a football conversation with another male at a Christmas party

tehawesome:

(Setting: my girlfriend’s aunt’s living room. A football game plays on the television.)

Girlfriend’s cousin’s husband: How ‘bout those Lions?

Me: They are a sports team.

That’s it. That was the entire conversation.

I can’t talk about sports with any knowledge or passion. I don’t have sports opinions. I can just recite broad facts, and at that moment the best I could do was, “The Lions are a sports team.”

After our ultra-manly sports chat I think he just kinda walked away while I pretended to sip from a can of Diet Coke that’d probably been empty for several minutes at that point.

Oh man, yeah, the pretending empty can sip. Definitely a hallmark of my lifestyle.

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  1. 50fuckingtimes reblogged this from tehawesome and added:
    Oh man, yeah, the pretending empty can sip. Definitely a hallmark of my lifestyle.
  2. thefavoredson reblogged this from tehawesome and added:
    this is glorious
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