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The 12 Days of Aimee
(To the tune of “The 12 Days of Christmas”)
Verse 1:
On the first day of Aimee, she gave to me,
A house that smelled of cat pee!
Verse 2:
On the second day of Aimee, she gave to me,
Two double chins,
And a house that smelled of cat pee!
Verse 3:
On the third day of Aimee, she gave to me,
Three Botox needles,
Two double chins,
And a house that smelled of cat pee!
Verse 4:
On the fourth day of Aimee, she gave to me,
Four fishy spunks,
Three Botox needles,
Two double chins,
And a house that smelled of cat pee!
Verse 5:
On the fifth day of Aimee, she gave to me,
FIVE ALCOHOLICS!
Four fishy spunks,
Three Botox needles,
Two double chins,
And a house that smelled of cat pee!
Verse 6:
On the sixth day of Aimee, she gave to me,
Six TikTok dances,
FIVE ALCOHOLICS!
Four fishy spunks,
Three Botox needles,
Two double chins,
And a house that smelled of cat pee!
Verse 7:
On the seventh day of Aimee, she gave to me,
Seven Shirley Temples,
Six TikTok dances,
FIVE ALCOHOLICS!
Four fishy spunks,
Three Botox needles,
Two double chins,
And a house that smelled of cat pee!
Verse 8:
On the eighth day of Aimee, she gave to me,
Eight Harper giggles,
Seven Shirley Temples,
Six TikTok dances,
FIVE ALCOHOLICS!
Four fishy spunks,
Three Botox needles,
Two double chins,
And a house that smelled of cat pee!
Verse 9:
On the ninth day of Aimee, she gave to me,
Nine wrinkly selfies,
Eight Harper giggles,
Seven Shirley Temples,
Six TikTok dances,
FIVE ALCOHOLICS!
Four fishy spunks,
Three Botox needles,
Two double chins,
And a house that smelled of cat pee!
Verse 10:
On the tenth day of Aimee, she gave to me,
Ten drunken rants,
Nine wrinkly selfies,
Eight Harper giggles,
Seven Shirley Temples,
Six TikTok dances,
FIVE ALCOHOLICS!
Four fishy spunks,
Three Botox needles,
Two double chins,
And a house that smelled of cat pee!
Verse 11:
On the eleventh day of Aimee, she gave to me,
Eleven smelly gym socks,
Ten drunken rants,
Nine wrinkly selfies,
Eight Harper giggles,
Seven Shirley Temples,
Six TikTok dances,
FIVE ALCOHOLICS!
Four fishy spunks,
Three Botox needles,
Two double chins,
And a house that smelled of cat pee!
Verse 12:
On the twelfth day of Aimee, she gave to me,
Twelve chaotic TikToks,
Eleven smelly gym socks,
Ten drunken rants,
Nine wrinkly selfies,
Eight Harper giggles,
Seven Shirley Temples,
Six TikTok dances,
FIVE ALCOHOLICS!
Four fishy spunks,
Three Botox needles,
Two double chins,
And a house that smelled of cat pee
you just scroll here to see what is being said about YOU! And you get triggered so badly, so you find a way to utilize it for profit. Everything you speak is temporary! NOTHING sinks in. Replay your posts. WATCH them. Absorb it. Actually HEAR what you’re saying before pressing post. You are oblivious to the REAL world. People hate you and loathe you because of what YOU say and do. You’re a habitual liar. A hustler. A fraud. A fake. A massive(literally)hypocrite. Yet, as usual… it’s everyone else’s problem. Itsss fiiiine! Your half blood sister is liked so much more. Why? Because she IS a struggling single mother. YOU ARE NOT. You’ve never struggled a day in your life. She doesn’t spend, spend, spend. She talks about her struggles. She cleans. She appreciates her rented home that she pays for. She WORKS. She showers and brushes her hair. She buys cheaper food and COOKS IT! She spends time with her kid. her whole world is her child as it should be. You can’t wait to get rid of yours. You rely on everyone else to run behind you picking up your crap. Pick ups, drop off. Mummy can you? Daddy can you? I need you to do this or that? She doesn’t do that. Hell she only see her mother when SHE drives over there. You have said on your posts(and I will find it and post it) “I don’t want to relate to single mothers that’s not what I’m trying to do”. We SEE THAT and call you OUT on THAT FACT! So don’t you dare sit with a name and claim you are one. You are a single woman not a mother you just have a kid for convenience. And you live for drama, you and your pathetic loser mate. You look for it. You relish in it as does she. She fuels it. Your views are down becasue you have zero substance. Who the F Wants to watch you burn food and serve it. Meal ideas? How NOT TO!! Your page and life is how not to be relatable. LEARN to struggle then you can talk. You’re too selfish to take on that challenge. If you can’t brag about it. Post about it. Throw money at it. Act like the big i am about it. You don’t give it a thought. So, stay off here. Put on some jarrrmieees. Eat your feelings. Drink some water. Brush your hair. Clean your body. Touch your grass. Buy some takeout. Get some speech lessons. Eat some chocolate. Drink some Kylie. And live your lonely existence talking to a phone where no one gives a fkkk!
she’s hungover!
