Lisa. Freaking. Marie. Presley.
Honestly, I am kind of afraid to write anything bad about her because I quiver when thinking about a catfight with her. I imagine her as ruthless- scratching nails, pulling hair, and all that. But I’m gonna take my chances and say what I feel:
How the hell is this woman pregnant? I imagine her insides being full of stale cigarette butts and warm beer. Yet, somehow it’s fertile enough for something to grow in the womb.
Seriously, all these women in the Northeast with their in vitro sperminization and blabbity blah. All they have to go is get on a five hour flight to LA. They will be pregnant by the time their luggage comes out at the baggage claim. It’s science.
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a young curmudgeon // March 9, 2008 at 2:47 am
that’s a great picture of Michael Jackson. Can you imagine him touching you like that?
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