I choose not to hav a title

Hello my 10 followers. Aren't ya'll glad ya didn't hav to worry bout readin my blog for 5 MONTHS!!?? Well like half of you even read it anyway. Shamefully my popularity in blogworld is substantially low. You all love me for reals in real life right?? You'll all still take me places with you and let me join your reindeer games? YES YOU WILL cause i'm awesome with a significantly decreased sense of grammer.

grammar?

I figured it out. The answer. THE answer to the ultimate mother of all questions. The best part is it came from my own brain. Ready for it?

WHY ARE POLYNESIAN MEN SO FREKIN HOT?

I'll tell you. I'll tell you why. This is it. Watever they do.... no matter wat it is, they OWN IT. Be it wearing head bands, wearing socks with 'slippers' (aka: flip flops), calling flip flops slippers, bein fat. i mean huge. i mean enormous. like easily sit an squish Jacob black an all his wolf bros huge, rockin the gold teeth, havin pancake paddle feet, usin a gallon of gel for one days hairdo, singin loud an off key............. or ridin my pink girl bike in a disgusting red collared shirt