Dear Britney,
Why the hell are you wearing blue contacts and glasses? And why aren’t you hiding out in Stockholm or something? Nobody wants to see you again until you’ve conquered your demons.
Toodles.
I’m sorry if v have jvst eaten. Um, Heidi actvally looks better for some reason. She shovld sit in the middle of Spencwhore and that other dude all the damn time.
“The Newcastle owner of an 8in ’sausage dog’ is to appear in court under the Dangerous Dogs Act after her pet allegedly bit a neighbour on the ankle. Lucy the miniature dachshund could be put down if Melanie Hobson is convicted of having a dog dangerously out of control in a public place.” (Dailymail).
What type of crackpot tries to have a toy sized killed because it nipped them on the ankle? My little dogs ankle nip all the time when they get excited, they think it’s just a game. Melanie has two little children (including Monique, 2 years old, who is pictured with Lucy) who will be devastated if they lose their dog.
*Janers
You guys are on some bad crack or something. Why the hell is one of my posts on Lily Allen labeled under Sean Patrick Flannery? And why was a post on bloody Paris Hilton labeled with Rufus Wainwright? He’d slit his damn wrists if he got wind of that. By the way, his name sounds perfect for a DOG.
Fiks this mess right now or I’m going back to blogger.
* Be back tomorrow. I can’t deal with this effed up posting problem anymore.
* For reasons unknown even to GOD here is a pic of Keira Knightley from prob 25 years ago. Her outfit looks comfy. I’m always on the hunt for wicked comfy outfits. Sorry. This is the 75th Keira Knightley post in two days!! Bye. Have a nice day everybodies.
But I’m real tired, and so I need to jam. Anyways, I thought it’d be neat to leave you with some more myth stuffs. Here lies a painting that is about a very specific myth. Anyone care to elaborate or muse or whatever? Whoever gives the best rundown will receive a big bag of peanuts with their name stenciled on the side via email. If you don’t care to elaborate, just enjoy the sadness and I’ll see you laters.
Looks like Keirer’s boyfriend is the next lad to be sporting a nasty porn stache and looks like he has the least ability to pull it off (not that anybody can).
Why are they always carrying around those smartass bags? We can see it’s not a bloody plastic bag. I think they need to change the design to say ‘I’m not a tasteful handbag’.
*Janers
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