1. Not only did I write my autobiography all by myself, but I can read too!
2. See how incredibly tiny I am next to this ginormous wall?
3. This wall, is like, a metaphor for existential angst growing up with a dad whose greatest hit was “Dancing On The Ceiling.”
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“You’re *sure* that if I pull this up over my head, the picture will be next month’s Playboy centerfold?…”
Okay, I recognize some of the books on the wall behind her. Either she’s standing in front of a photomural, or Nicole Richie is a hobbit who shaves her feet.
Don’t tell ME which books I can and can’t color in! I’m Nicole Richie, dammit!
Eek a mouse…
(Like that?
Ok – one more time.
Eek. A. Mouse.
How was that? hee hee…
Could somebody pulleazz tell me why man chowder isn’t in the M dictionary?
More like “eek, a book. Jeeves, anybody, get that nasty book.”