Oh what a glorious weekend Crissy had, Queefies!
First, her new refrigerator came and that was marvelous. Crissy cannot tell you how nice it is not to have rusty water dripping off the front of her refrigerator and Oh! To have ice and water inside the door is just…well..it’s a little slice of heaven. The ice can be crushed or cubed depending on the Queen’s whim and that makes her rather happy and she may or may not be obsessed with ice now and Mister may or may not have shouted at her because she’s going to wear out the ice crushing thingy.
And you’ll never believe this but the sun was out for a whole day and so the Crissys went to Papa’s pool and Crissy wore the very first one piece bathing suit she’s ever owned and apparently it’s a magical bathing suit because she doesn’t want to stab herself with knives when she looks at herself in the mirror while wearing it and also because Crissy can walk on water now!
And Crissy saith unto the Queefies, “It is I; be not afraid.”
Jesus and Criss Angel can suck it.
Isn’t Crissy just so glamorous you want to kill yourself?
And aren’t her boobies just, well, ridiculous?
And not for motorboating. It’s a shame, really.
Crissy has the grace of a gazelle, you know:
And on Saturday night the Crissys had dinner with Rich and Michele and Cya and everyone had a wonderful time and ate cake and drank way, way, way too much wine.
That was Crissy’s weekend. How many of you Queefies learned to walk on water?
That’s what Crissy thought.