If this blog were a book, you'd read it on the toilet.
I'd hit that.
I'd hit it with a shovel and bury it.
I make it a rule never to sleep with a women who can cut me with her arm.
That is so pathetic I cannot even fucking joke about it.
I don't see anything...
Why is she barefoot? And why doesn't someone buy her a burger or something?(speaking of lovely photographs, Chris, there is a photo of Bush for you over at L-o-L)
What was that?
And what is that strange lump midway up her torso, between what's left of her distended little belly and her frighteningly bony and sunken sternum? Is it the tapeworm she ingested months ago to lose weight trying to pop out, Alien-style?
I dig the Flock of Seagulls hairdoo.
The lump, folks, is her enlarged liver from processing diet aids, recreational drugs and alcohol. Duh.
Which one is that? They're all starting to look the same to me.
Yeah, who is that?
It's Nicole Ritchie.
Obviously, this isn't a corpse on C.S.I. Only because it appears to be walking.
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