Enjoli still smells like something a truck stop hooker would spray on to try to cover up her cigarette and meth B.O. before she goes down on Jeb in the cab of his Utility big rig. The only difference is that now instead of buying it from the perfume counter at Higbee's, you can get it in finer drugstores all across the country, as it should have been from the very beginning.
Cat falls for Chihuahua. Chihuahua does not return the favor. Date rape ensues. Struggle is one sided. Restraining orders are procurred. This is some PePe Le Pew shit. Poor puppy.
My boyfriend is already in love, and he hasn't even met her yet. It's the new Motorola phone, for you non-geeks out there who haven't already jizzed in their pants a million times over it. There are fewer apps than the iphone but everything else it has is cheaper and updated with all the latest google jazziness. And if you guessed that I do not speek geek, you would be correct. When he gets home I'll ask him to help explain this thing so I don't sound like a beauty pageant contestant.
The full interview will air tomorrow but I'm glad that she finally spoke out about it. I'm also glad to hear that she realized that going back to him was not the right thing to do. She even says that she was embarrassed by the fact that this type of guy was someone that she fell in love with. Seems like she's been in therapy. How much you wanna bet that Jay-Z had a hand in that? Thank God for good mentoring.
A simple slideshow explains what loonies like Tom Cruise and Kirstie Allie believe, but is it really any worse than anything else? They all get to enjoy tax free status, unlike you and me. I need to create one of these religion thingymajiggies, stat.
I love to cook in high heels and an apron, fetch my man his slippers, hone my martini making skills, tuck my legs under me crossing the ankles in a ladylike way, look the other way when he cheats, cut out coupons and smile, smile, smile!!!!
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