I don’t know what anti-depressants they prescribed Mariah Carey back when she had her burn out, panic disorder, agoraphobia, depression bullshit that went down a few years ago, before marrying Nick Cannon and relaunching her career, but I do know that they better not be handing them out to everyday girls, because the day I see a chubby chick in panties and a corest, busting out from every direction because she’s fat, I get worried, because she should realize that she has no business in this shit, she should realize no one wants to see the shit, but the chemicals in her brain make it all okay in her mind, but so wrong in mine, and now I’m gonna be forced to have nightmares of half naked fat chicks because I guess they’ve invented confidence in a pill form, when really they should have prescribed an eating disorder.
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Mariah Carey in Some Slutty Angel Costume of the Day
