The plastic heiress can kind of sing. Who knew there was talent with all that intellect?
Inane health study of the day. Did they really need to spend millions to figure this out? My broke ass could have told them this for much less money...
New Orleans still has a long way to go. Help save my hometown and get some cool art for your blank walls. Good blue dog. Good dog. Sit.
Shakespeare serenades central Kentucky.
If you can't make it to Shakespeare in the park, you can still get in the spirit by insulting your friends and neighbors (or confusing the heck out of your local rednecks). Thou paunchy whoreson flirt-gill!
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I just want to say that I have taken a lot of GUFF from co-workers because I made the remark that the Paris' single is not bad (believe me I expected crows dying or something)...
Oh, you know you worship the trashy stilettos she walks on... ;o)
But I agree with you--I expected her to make my ears bleed; amazingly, no such luck.
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