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Attention: Friday Has Now Been Cancelled
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The Dark Side Is Stong in This One
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Down With CGI Costumes
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No Hay Banda
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Please Forgive Me
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Naptime, M@#%&er! Do You Speak It?
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Beheaded, Survived
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And Now, a Few Words from the Foo Fighters
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Judy Moody and the NOT Bummer Summer Review
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5 comments
Hmmmm, I wonder what she’s going to do with 4,080 packing peanuts?
As well as the boxes of laxatives most certainly residing within.
Are you still hiding Jeff in the basement?
If, for some strange reason I was walking on an LA street and ran into that poor soul, I’d seriously ask her “Are you OK? I really hope everything turns out well for you and you get some help.”
She looks sick. She’s obviously got serious mental problems. It kind of angers me that it seems like really rich people seem to have the luxury to have these fucked up problems like anorexia and depression while I’m fucking trying to stretch a box of HotPockets to the next paycheck (admittedly because I suck at finance, but still) if she had to actually work for a fucking living and had the everyday problems the rest of us have I bet she’d really have something to be “stressed about”.
I’m sorry, but all these assholes bitching about papparazzi and etc. are full of shit plain and simple. They bring this crap on themselves, they fucking revel in the attention. I bet paris was creaming her panties (if she had any on) at her arrest, yay, more attention on the blahgz.
Yeah I follow this crap daily, but I don’t have to like it. Fuck that fucking skeleton, she deserves what she gets. There, I said it.
Now can I be famous for being outspoken and edgy? I starve myself too (not on purpose tho)
yer pal, snarky
Look at the femurs on that woman.
And you don’t even need x-ray vision.