tomorrow's at midnight, " Halloween's eve ", my annually " face-lift " for 24 hour.
at midnight, I have my crowbar and with my crowbar, rip off my mask.
my mask, you see one of most handsome man, you ever seen, women! ( twilite, you handsome!! :lmao
seen me in person, you never meet me. ( twilite, damn, you ugly!
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anyway, I take off my mask, I stay in my apartment all on Halloween. I let my real face breathe out. I get a bad huge pimples on my nose, if I don't this every year. it bad enough for a big wart on my forehead, and a wart on my nose! please!
then at midnight on Monday's night, I have sterile my mask in with a.d. ointment since sunday. ad help my face stay smooth and less oil. damn, I just realize that ad can give me pimples.
I called my doctor tell him that a huge pimple from ad, I used on my a** to keep nice and beauty. my doctor though the pimple was a brain tumor, that I had from birth.
I won't need brain surgery after all.
I heard about Donald trump's two a*****es operation.
the a*****e alive!
sorry, nine o'clock on Monday night, I put in my mask super glue that take about three hours to harden.
I let the mask breathe and mask sure that I don't want air bubbles in my mask, because I can't blow bubbles in my mask. ( twilite, you dummy, that chewing bubble gum.
) anyway, around 11 o'clock on Monday night, I put on my mask, and take an hour for the super glue to dry.
by Tuesday morning, I ready spend another year, look better than brad pitt. ( twilite, you are killing me, you look better than pitt, twilite, you are killing me!!
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