"You call that sunshine? That performance was ab-solute-ly dreadful. At most that was the simple work of a Type M star—the lowliest, coolest stars. And the temperature? Pathetic. I've felt more heat off a squirrel's fart in a snowstorm. Pay attention, because I'm going to be honest with you: Don't ever, ever try to shine again. I look forward to you being eclipsed."
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You say to-may-to and I say to-may-to …. (God I love Chris Walken).
To get off topic right away, has anyone seen this yet?
http://jezebel.com/gossip/tras.....306697.php
It is high-larious.
I sent that shit around. Her dance at the end is hilarious.
She's all kinds of classy. I smell, hot bitch of the week. Or maybe I'm smelling fried chicken?
So ET - I just caught up on another thread - how far did you go with your cousin?
Too far…Lisa, too far. Sometimes I wake up screaming, true story. We were already five years in when we found out, and that pretty much ended it. I couldn't continue on after that, although by that time, the damage was already done, so maybe I should have had his 2-headed babies or something.
That's just more heads to love.
Heheh heh eheheh hehe. Jerry Springer that shit! Free trip to NY. We can hang.
So should I look for Simon on an episode of Sunset Tan? This guy looks like a tagerine with teeth.
He would just blend in with all the other orange humans on that show.
Does Jerry tape in NY? I thought it was Chicago for some reason. Hmmm. I don't know if I can actually look him in the face again. Or his wife, who is btw, my sorority sister from college, for those of you playing at home.
Oh, boo! I think that may be right! Jeeze ET - where do you come from? Incestville?
The managers on that show look dirty. Like if I touched one of them, they'd be sticky.
No, I think Jerry's in NY. Oprah's here in Chicago.
Oh wait, I just checked, you're right, he's here in Chicago.
IT WAS A DISTANT COUSIN. Geez. And it's Podunk, not Incestville. And Mr. Cousin and his lovely wife happened to move to my side of town and I saw her in the grocery store a couple of years ago. It was a "Hellllooo, Nnnewwwman." kind of moment.
Oprah never invites me on her, Favorite Things, show. Who do you have to screw to get on that show? I want a large, Dooney and Bourke bag too.
I would sell my mother to gypsy's to get on her My Favourite Things show. I need the perfect t-shirt and a plasma TV
And those smelly candles.
I like Simon.
But Randy is sexy. Hot!
No entiendo. Que pasa aqui? Esta enfermo este guey?