Mmm, Your Comforts Are Delicious

Whoever it was that said

Meet The Artist

My stunt double is taking a much needed leave of absence after you twats drove her mad with your stupidity. That's shitty for her but excellent for you because the chance of a lifetime is rearing it's beautiful head as a result.

The debate about my status as a hot chick or a but'erface is the hottest topic in all your tabloid magazines. 'Cause y'know, whether I'm pleasant or unfortunate looking has a lot of bearing on whether or not I can compose a fucking sentence. Or a regular sentence. Makes perfect sense.

"Cleaning Out My Closet" While I Work On "The Next Episode" of "Pimp The System"

My "portable music device" dock has decided it can't face this world any longer.

I'll be honest, this is the greatest challenge I have faced this week and

20 Questions

The dicktures article is on the back burner. I guess you've been saved of the horror of dickture exposure by the scaredy cats who got real quiet when I actually asked. Even though I know you're kind of dying to see. It'll have to be more organic than all that, the shock cocks don't want to be recognized or something.

I decided a game of 20 Questions would be more fun. 

They're in no particular order, the computer decided everything. It's an open book test. The real answers to your real questions. The pictures make everything more fun.