Jill’s Blob Is A Dirty, Dirty Whore

So, I have a confession.  I want to BE LiLu when I grow up.  Not only is Liv It Luv It hilarious, but its also totally inappropriate!  Just how I like it!  I started reading LiLu before I started blogging and she has always been one of my favorites.  Like, if you don’t like Liv It Luv It, we can’t be friends.  And Jesus hates you.

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Hey love muffins!

LiLu here. You may know me from my hot mess of a blog, “My Shit Don’t Stank, Okay, Actually, My Shit Might Stank A Little But It’s All Right Because It’s MINE So It Doesn’t Smell That Bad To Me. SUCKAS”.

Oh, I mean Livit, Luvit.

But that’s a great name for a blog, no? Don’t you steal it. I SEE YOU.

Anytwaddle, Jill Pilgrim asked me to blog-sit her corner of the interwebs while she’s gone. And let me tell you, it has been HELL.  First the little asshole of a blog colors in PERMANENT MS PAINT ALL OVER THE WALLS, then it invites Jesus over without telling me!!! and I’m all in my skivvies getting hot and heavy with some of Jill’s non-teeth pictures-

Oh. That got awkward.

For Jesus especially.

Moving on.

So I decided to take her blog for a walk, to let it get some air, yanno? Maybe tire it out a bit so it would stop bouncing off the walls and yelling four letter words at blue haired ladies out the window.

(Jill, I SWEAR I didn’t teach them that. You know me. Mouth of a nun.  On a nun? Or something.)

(Stopping the talking now.)

RIGHT. So, so we get all leashed up, me and Jill’s Blob, and it’s a good thing I had some practice at walking ferocious beasts on leashes last weekend because this bad boy was VICIOUS. Humping strangers’ legs, asking bums for crack… seriously, Jill, what exactly are you DOING to this blog when no one’s around? It was like an animal out there!

I decided to try and teach Jill’s Blob some manners, so I called in the expert, Cesar Millan. Only it was actually my boyfriend, B, but I swear you wouldn’t know the difference.

SEE?! Same diff.

So B came by and tried to teach Jill’s Blob a few simple lessons. You know, like, “Don’t make fun of Jesus” and “Stop being so damn funny all the time, it makes the rest of us look bad”. But would Jill’s Blob listen?! Noooooooooooooo. It just sniffed B’s crotch and peed on her Google Ads.

What’s the lesson we can all take away from this?

I have no idea. Ask your mom.

OH WAIT. You can’t…

Cause Jill’s Blob is busy banging her.

LiLu out!

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