Like a poor man's Paris Hilton and Tara Reid, we slagged about on Halloween. Falling out of limos, falling onto dance floors, falling out of favor, and into the arms of the hollow men. Damn, that paparazzi won't leave you alone! That's me in the corner, that's me in the spotlight, losing my...
Wasn't drunk, though. Just play one on tv.
Or maybe this is just satire.
1 comment:
I have nothing. except that the bloody gashes on Rachel's chest look disturbingly real...!
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