Oh boy, I sure do love mojitos. Yummy! I only had two though (hic) or eight. And I had, like, three taco chips with them. I'm good to drive.
Fool! The day of judgement is at hand. You, Cameron Diaz, shall be judged harshly, so sayeth the scribes of the seven levels of blargh.
Um...huh? What? Am I being punked? Is that you back there Justin? Because I'm really over you. I'll never take you back.....unless of course you want me back. Do you?
I am Prunella of the seventh level of Blargh! You shall be judged! Your soul shall be devoured and belched forth into a burning lake of rat entrails and Hollywood d-listers. Your movie career shall die and ye shall be regulated to occasional appearances on The Surreal Life. Truely ye are doomed. Unless.......
Unless what? (hic)
To Be Continued....
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I'm dying to hear more about Blargh
::: on pins and needles :::
Your new gravatar is really freekin' me out, man.
You have beautiful eyes, prunella.
Yup skeered the beejebus out of me.
You knows how I hates those eyes woman...but the story needs them so I will not bug you about it. :) See how nice I am on Mondays? D oyou see?
BLARGH!!!!!
Please say she's doomed...
Please say she's doomed...
PLEASE say she's DOOMED!
I've got my fingers crossed!
Blargh is the sound of my Dad coughing.
I miss the old days of getting stewed out of my brain cells.
The best part of these picts is the before and afters! I love how she goes in looking all fresh and comes out looking worse then a 2 dollar hooker at at a sailor convention!
BTW-she looks stoned off her gourd not drunk to me... come on you all just KNOW she smokes the ganga!
It has been thus prophecied, "and the sea shall run a peculiar orange color from the cheeto stained blood of the weed smokers, on the glorious day of judgement." So sayeth the scribes from the seventh level of Blargh!
mmm Cheetos.
Cameron Diaz is still alive?
I once vacationed in the third level of Blargh. Well, not so much vacationed there as stopped to change a flat tire. The nine-eyed amphibious locals were nice enough; although, their local delicacy, weasel tumor paste on rye, was not to my liking.
BLARGH!!!
I've been saying it all day.
That is my favourite new word. I can't stop.
My eyes, my eyes!
If only her movie career would tank!
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