Remember Eminem? If you stare at him long enough through a coke bottle you'll percieve him to be black, right up until he starts to coo random names and explicity puts how vapidly his life is as an albino.
In the latest, Eminem joked about Lady Gaga's penis after approximately 2 years, and we're supposed to give a flying fuck because he briefly skims over it in some fruity song tagged 'A Kiss'.
Eminem claim's that he wanted to "share with the world" that Lady Gaga is a "male lady". Sigh. As if we never knew. In a new track on his side project Bad Meets Evil, 'A Kiss', he sniggers at Gaga's 'dick':
"Tell Lady Gaga she can quit her job at the post office/ She's still a male lady."
"Wouldn't fuck her with her dick/ You heard it/ The verdict's in."
So late is Eminem on the joke of Gaga's 'dick' in her undesirable wears thing, is that Gaga beat him to the joke when she joked about being a hermaphroditeg. And she even performed with her strap-on stiffy on stage in 2009.
Next we can expect Eminem to drop another rap about Elton John clipping his member to his testicles.
Tuesday, 14 June 2011
Hugh Hefner And Crystal Harris' Sparse Arse Call It Quits
Before you titter about how flabbergasted you are, we recommend that you clench your jaw while simultaneously burping and spewing that you could've been single. Yes. How unfortunate you are to have your limbs bushwacked skin deep by bovine Shelly - because Crystal Harris' sparse arse is companionless. And you cynically don't stand a chance.
That's right. Crystal Harris has reportedly passed on the opportunity to be espoused to a dwindled Hugh Hef. Now she's suddenly pleading forgiveness. Shame. Skoot over bovine Shelly.
According to insiders, probably cold sores on Hef's cajones, Hef and Crystal had a lame fight the weekend over the phone. Crystal 'freaked out', which to us is realization, that she didn't want to be Hef's floozy - she then packed her silicone soap dish titties and all those expensive freebie goodies, and left five days before would've been married for a third time.
Poor Heffy, how dickless he must be feeling. Atleast he has ghoul concubines bumming around the acropolis. Now stop reading our snot blog. Wipe your arse. Now's your chance to slag your beanstalk in Crystal's companionless sparse arse. Pervs.
That's right. Crystal Harris has reportedly passed on the opportunity to be espoused to a dwindled Hugh Hef. Now she's suddenly pleading forgiveness. Shame. Skoot over bovine Shelly.
According to insiders, probably cold sores on Hef's cajones, Hef and Crystal had a lame fight the weekend over the phone. Crystal 'freaked out', which to us is realization, that she didn't want to be Hef's floozy - she then packed her silicone soap dish titties and all those expensive freebie goodies, and left five days before would've been married for a third time.
Poor Heffy, how dickless he must be feeling. Atleast he has ghoul concubines bumming around the acropolis. Now stop reading our snot blog. Wipe your arse. Now's your chance to slag your beanstalk in Crystal's companionless sparse arse. Pervs.
Beckham And Posh Elects Eva Longoria As The Unfortunate GodMother
Remember when David Beckham was known for swirling balls senselessly into a net and looking like a clammy Nick Carter? And Posh Spice (Victoria Beckham would sound too redundant) wriggled to stardom with a plummy English accent and all, in the 90's?
Well, it's sad to look back at your cheerless life and, also at your current cheerless existence especially when all you're famous for is affixing bambino's clawed to your uterus - and terrorising Yee-haw folks on highways with your erratic driving. That's David and Posh all right.
With that said. Where does this leave the bambino swelling up Posh Spice's ridiculously thin breadbasket? Well, Eva Longoria has stepped up to the superflous schlep with typical panache. Yes, in other words she'll be a boring godmother.
A source with David's lazy footie-foot gorged in their larynx, says:
"Victoria ran it past David and they both want Eva. She's extremely honored."
The aboventioned source is obviously counting their lucky stars. Yet, all that we've vaguely been acquinted to by this unreliable source is that, Beckham is extremely slow at dribbling his balls and Victoria is somewhere cushioned in the atmosphere - leaving Eva Longoria flambouyantly unfortunate as Beck and Posh are.
Sigh.
Well, it's sad to look back at your cheerless life and, also at your current cheerless existence especially when all you're famous for is affixing bambino's clawed to your uterus - and terrorising Yee-haw folks on highways with your erratic driving. That's David and Posh all right.
With that said. Where does this leave the bambino swelling up Posh Spice's ridiculously thin breadbasket? Well, Eva Longoria has stepped up to the superflous schlep with typical panache. Yes, in other words she'll be a boring godmother.
A source with David's lazy footie-foot gorged in their larynx, says:
"Victoria ran it past David and they both want Eva. She's extremely honored."
The aboventioned source is obviously counting their lucky stars. Yet, all that we've vaguely been acquinted to by this unreliable source is that, Beckham is extremely slow at dribbling his balls and Victoria is somewhere cushioned in the atmosphere - leaving Eva Longoria flambouyantly unfortunate as Beck and Posh are.
Sigh.
Kevin The Insignificant Jonas Wants Kids
The Jonas Brothers are audibly dull and narcoleptically captavating, when trapped in an uneventful situation.
They've fairly been tolerated by most folks, especially tweenies with runny noses, hermies' and pen-pal death-threats from anonymous scalded Nsync fans. We all thought they would cease to exist after temporarily occupying a space - yet we'll be ever coiled in agony as Kevin Jonas can't wait to have kittens.
At first glance, you might be saying, "hell, why would any human being want to hinder the evolution of mankind?" Our guesses are, Kevin wants to prove that somewhere along the lining of his shemale contents, there's a speck of sperm desperately yearning to spew at the nearest exit.
And so it goes. Apparently Danielle Jonas says that the promissory tedious couple can't wait to stir an off-putting act and have miniature irritating kids.
"I cannot wait to be a mom and I know he's pushing to be a dad. We've been thinking about (having a baby), but I think it's going to happen when everything is more settled."
Gosh. He's pushing to be a dad so we at She & Him will give hand Kevin a ladder and a syringe with curdy diary products. In the meantime slit your wrists and yawn 'HELLO KITTY!'
They've fairly been tolerated by most folks, especially tweenies with runny noses, hermies' and pen-pal death-threats from anonymous scalded Nsync fans. We all thought they would cease to exist after temporarily occupying a space - yet we'll be ever coiled in agony as Kevin Jonas can't wait to have kittens.
At first glance, you might be saying, "hell, why would any human being want to hinder the evolution of mankind?" Our guesses are, Kevin wants to prove that somewhere along the lining of his shemale contents, there's a speck of sperm desperately yearning to spew at the nearest exit.
And so it goes. Apparently Danielle Jonas says that the promissory tedious couple can't wait to stir an off-putting act and have miniature irritating kids.
"I cannot wait to be a mom and I know he's pushing to be a dad. We've been thinking about (having a baby), but I think it's going to happen when everything is more settled."
Gosh. He's pushing to be a dad so we at She & Him will give hand Kevin a ladder and a syringe with curdy diary products. In the meantime slit your wrists and yawn 'HELLO KITTY!'
Gary Dourdan's Driving And Acting Has The AfterEffects Of An Ecstacy Pill
Crack, shrooms , marijuina, heroin and methamphetamine, has over the decades rapidly replaced the pennys beneath the piss-soaked sofa. They are the ideal and prospective qualifications and achievements of a chavs, ravers, hippies, stoners, shooters and all those other taxonomies we didn't bother to mention.
The downfall of drugs are nonetheless other than the mimic chemical reactions of your brain where you pop-shovet in vomit. No. Not even the dried excrement on your areosmith sweater. No again. Not least the ridiculously expensive car you've crashed. Rather, it's when these drugs are removed from your stupid self and given to other stupid people.
Yes. That's right. Have you ever wondered how your daily supplement gets disposed of? Well, it's distributed to actors who are horrible at pretending to be geniune actors - and paid large sums of money to be arrested and flaunt bail money.
To be more precise. The former CSI actor, Gary Dourdan, who looks like an unshaven Macy Gray being assaulted with an abacus of pills has been reportedly been arrested after being in possesion of "a few pills" of ecstacy.
According to reports, police responded to a call that Gary was slamming into two parked cars. Police apparently arrested Gary for possesion of "a few pills" of ecstacy. However, Gary was taken to the chookie, but released on $10,000 bail.
Alas, being rich and black in America means you are fancied by most policemen - regardless of "a few pills" found at the scene, they'll make "a few pills" sound like a full medicine cabinet.
Now you know it. The downfall of drugs is when its removed from your stupid self and given to other stupid people. So don't give stupid people drugs if you are stupid - including all those other taxonomies like Gary Dourdan, we bothered to mention.
The downfall of drugs are nonetheless other than the mimic chemical reactions of your brain where you pop-shovet in vomit. No. Not even the dried excrement on your areosmith sweater. No again. Not least the ridiculously expensive car you've crashed. Rather, it's when these drugs are removed from your stupid self and given to other stupid people.
Yes. That's right. Have you ever wondered how your daily supplement gets disposed of? Well, it's distributed to actors who are horrible at pretending to be geniune actors - and paid large sums of money to be arrested and flaunt bail money.
To be more precise. The former CSI actor, Gary Dourdan, who looks like an unshaven Macy Gray being assaulted with an abacus of pills has been reportedly been arrested after being in possesion of "a few pills" of ecstacy.
According to reports, police responded to a call that Gary was slamming into two parked cars. Police apparently arrested Gary for possesion of "a few pills" of ecstacy. However, Gary was taken to the chookie, but released on $10,000 bail.
Alas, being rich and black in America means you are fancied by most policemen - regardless of "a few pills" found at the scene, they'll make "a few pills" sound like a full medicine cabinet.
Now you know it. The downfall of drugs is when its removed from your stupid self and given to other stupid people. So don't give stupid people drugs if you are stupid - including all those other taxonomies like Gary Dourdan, we bothered to mention.
Monday, 13 June 2011
Tori Spelling's Lust For The Paparazzi Is A Good Thing For Kids Who Hate School
Tori Spelling. Just to check our barricaded system of mental confusion, as we nearly forgot to process who this critter actually is - she's more than just a mere crooked off-cut of Gwen Stefani and a spelling error that makes us churn with hearburn - Tori Spelling, as we've been told, apparently starred in that flick Scary movie. It was scary with her in it, and off-putting.
Besides, she now bags on the role of an offspring clutter tucker, to fill the vacant cabinets, along with detergents and household appliances - and clean snot off the furniture, as her brief career as an actor filling in the edited scenes, has appreciatively concluded.
Still, with a hundred-to-one-shot at being absurdly famous, she's being hounded by misdoer paparazzi's. That's right. Apparently the snotty little bastards and the lump growing in her innards, is enthralling her with the desperate attention she by all means requires to make it back on to the rack of a crowd-pleaser, or so.
Tori Spelling was allegedly attacked by an irritating perv paparazzi on monday morning, causing displeasing social commotion while taking her snotty brats to school. She was fizzing like an effervescent at the sight of a paparazzi chasing her that she crashed into the schools wall and, made the kids stupid for yet another day.
On the brightside, this was great, because kids hate the thought of school, and America could use a cavia porcellus to t-off the Chinese.
Still, the paparazzi then ran up to the car to snap picks of Tori and the brats. Luckily, there were mothers with athletic thighs in sweat tracks around, whom chased the paparazzi away.
She took to twitter where she thwart the snotty brats smothering in the back seat - to enlighten our already outrageously awful day with her stifling tweet.
"Paparazzi chased me w/the kids 2school. I was trying to get away from him and had a pretty big accident. Took down the whole wall of the school. He thn STILL got out to try to get pics. 10 school moms chased him away. Wht wll it take? Someone dying for paparazzi to stop? Going to dr now to check on baby. I think its just shock."
Are you folks still breathing? Oh Tori. Look what you have done again.
Besides, she now bags on the role of an offspring clutter tucker, to fill the vacant cabinets, along with detergents and household appliances - and clean snot off the furniture, as her brief career as an actor filling in the edited scenes, has appreciatively concluded.
Still, with a hundred-to-one-shot at being absurdly famous, she's being hounded by misdoer paparazzi's. That's right. Apparently the snotty little bastards and the lump growing in her innards, is enthralling her with the desperate attention she by all means requires to make it back on to the rack of a crowd-pleaser, or so.
Tori Spelling was allegedly attacked by an irritating perv paparazzi on monday morning, causing displeasing social commotion while taking her snotty brats to school. She was fizzing like an effervescent at the sight of a paparazzi chasing her that she crashed into the schools wall and, made the kids stupid for yet another day.
On the brightside, this was great, because kids hate the thought of school, and America could use a cavia porcellus to t-off the Chinese.
Still, the paparazzi then ran up to the car to snap picks of Tori and the brats. Luckily, there were mothers with athletic thighs in sweat tracks around, whom chased the paparazzi away.
She took to twitter where she thwart the snotty brats smothering in the back seat - to enlighten our already outrageously awful day with her stifling tweet.
"Paparazzi chased me w/the kids 2school. I was trying to get away from him and had a pretty big accident. Took down the whole wall of the school. He thn STILL got out to try to get pics. 10 school moms chased him away. Wht wll it take? Someone dying for paparazzi to stop? Going to dr now to check on baby. I think its just shock."
Are you folks still breathing? Oh Tori. Look what you have done again.
Demi Lovato May Not Be A Nutter Any Longer But Has Nutter Objects That Sadly Exists
Demi Lovato has swapped her gashing looks for a despondantly pleasant healthy tweeny with a bloodstreams intoxicated by a litre of polio drops.
She's looking decent these days after being discharged from the paediatric ward, as she totters into the snarling world.
Alas, its only a matter of time before Demi's demons resurface - people like her clad boyfriend with a woman's name, Wilmer Valderrama, and similarily loony mother, summons her inner demons and she butchers herself to the abattoir for slebs. Rehab.
The latter being in the works, the tweeny star now apparently has to contend with a boyfriend who broke up with her because she's as dull-looking as Selena Gomez now that she looks adequately ordinary - and a deranged mother whom reportedly can't handle Demi being gashingly famous.
Sources who are wholly not as exceptionally obnoxious as we at She & Him are, claim that the momentary boring relationship went sour as:
"The age difference meant they were in completely different places in their lives."
Age is nothing but a number, yes? Not really. Demi doesn't think so. She shaves herself more than ol' Wilmer Valderrama does. She's nearly ceased to exist in a slebathon of rehab - whereas he dribbled his lad on divested printed tweenies in heat magazine like a clumsy oaf. He wasn't worth it Demi, ey?
Anyways, matters are more of a schlep for Demi now that her mom's been despatched to the booby hatch, leaving her to totter by herself like Atlas cart all our insults on her undeveloped backside.
According to a source who does not understand the meaning of 'SHUT UP':
"It's been a tough year for Demi, and her mom has been a constant support. But fame has also taken its toll on the family. Now [that] Demi is strong again, her mom could take some time to deal with her own issues."
However, Demi's mother has reportedly completed her medical treatment. So, that said - while Demi handles her mother like a cockamamie entity, such as Tim Allen facing the alien pig lizard on Galaxy Quest - you lot can go ahead and spread those cyber-bulling tactics that you're prone to do.
Hear-hear!
She's looking decent these days after being discharged from the paediatric ward, as she totters into the snarling world.
Alas, its only a matter of time before Demi's demons resurface - people like her clad boyfriend with a woman's name, Wilmer Valderrama, and similarily loony mother, summons her inner demons and she butchers herself to the abattoir for slebs. Rehab.
The latter being in the works, the tweeny star now apparently has to contend with a boyfriend who broke up with her because she's as dull-looking as Selena Gomez now that she looks adequately ordinary - and a deranged mother whom reportedly can't handle Demi being gashingly famous.
Sources who are wholly not as exceptionally obnoxious as we at She & Him are, claim that the momentary boring relationship went sour as:
"The age difference meant they were in completely different places in their lives."
Age is nothing but a number, yes? Not really. Demi doesn't think so. She shaves herself more than ol' Wilmer Valderrama does. She's nearly ceased to exist in a slebathon of rehab - whereas he dribbled his lad on divested printed tweenies in heat magazine like a clumsy oaf. He wasn't worth it Demi, ey?
Anyways, matters are more of a schlep for Demi now that her mom's been despatched to the booby hatch, leaving her to totter by herself like Atlas cart all our insults on her undeveloped backside.
According to a source who does not understand the meaning of 'SHUT UP':
"It's been a tough year for Demi, and her mom has been a constant support. But fame has also taken its toll on the family. Now [that] Demi is strong again, her mom could take some time to deal with her own issues."
However, Demi's mother has reportedly completed her medical treatment. So, that said - while Demi handles her mother like a cockamamie entity, such as Tim Allen facing the alien pig lizard on Galaxy Quest - you lot can go ahead and spread those cyber-bulling tactics that you're prone to do.
Hear-hear!
Soulja Boy Self-Loathes And It's Racism As Usual
Remember Soulja Boy. He was famous for 7-minutes (including the time it took you to bluetooth his crappy songs). His jingles riddled with rhythm of weak elements and polyphonic tones - and sounds of a mule being assaulted with adverbs on a laxative box.
Still, Soulja Boy has made a flunky career out of his sloppy parts of speech - which inevitably pauses you to question how an ignoramus chump with an autrocious grammar and phonics can be rich.
First of all, he doesn't suit the rap stereotype. As embroided in tatoos his layered black skin may be, for all purposes, his terrible acts make us come to think of him like an odd-looking gonzo muppet in saggy-baggy jeans. As Y'know, good ol' american fuzz take felicity in arresting any black bloke who's absurdly rich - yet, soulja boy is a shabby act practically ignored by the most bitter.
Alas, because She & Him writers enjoy being bigots - and you lot have been quite abominably unpleasant lately - soulja boy's fed-up with our distasteful conscience of pickin' on him - he has denounced his percievable tomfoolery with a cuss-back, containing of garbled english on facebook.
soulja boy self-lothes like a bitter enclair:
"WHO THE fuck "likes" an artist on facebook who they don't LIKE. DUMB ASS"
Hold on. We've seen it before. By a show of hands who 'liked' soulja boy's page? Just as we thought. Apparently the slurr duh has a handful of stalkers. YOUUUUU! Unlike that page, okay? soulja boy would like YOUUUUU! to know:
"if you don't LIKE me or my music UNLIKE the page and let the people who do enjoy their artist giving updates and music out. shit getting out of hand now. GTFOH you stalkers"
'GTFOH,' he can't spell, so we'll ask if you've 'unliked' Soulja's page yet? Anyhow, he titters about how lame he is to be loathed at so be free to 'unlike' him. It's legal.
"how can you say "i hate you" blah blah blah. when you are on my page that doesn't make any sense! it sounds crazy you are stalking a person who you don't like WTF kinda sh*t is that. no life having bitches"
Okay. At this point in time Soulja was acting a bit too bashful. He went full-blown at She & Him while we chortle in mirth and vomit. Close your eyes kids, it surpassed the awful lyrics of his tones.
"haters are so fucking stupid! "i dont like soulja boy so im gonna like his facebook and wait till he post a video to be the 1st one to comment" n***a get the fuck out of here get some pussy and stop being lame"
He continued like a castrated Malcolm X, which was funny because the only black people to be offered tea, biscuts and white lassies at a white house, are Obama and Tiger woods.
"pussy ass white boys make me sick man. LET A BLACK MAN SHINE AND DO SOMETHING POSITIVE!!! DAMN YALL ALREADY GOT MONEY AND LIVING RIGHT STOP HOLDING US BLACK PEOPLE DOWN TRYING TO DO SOMETHING POSITIVE WITH THEIR LIVES! YALL BEEN fuckING WITH US SINCE THE BEGINING OF TIME. if i don't like a artist im not going to like their facebook and talk to them. use common sense and stop being stupid"
He took a shot at the honkies too, which was applaudable - because She & Him were no longer implicated in the awful punctuation and grammar tirade.
"IM TIRED OF WHITE PEOPLE DOING US LIKE THIS MAN!! THEY TREAT US SO WRONG! fuck THEM MAN ON GOD!! f*ck THEM FOR LIKING A BLACK MANS FACEBOOK JUST TO TALK shit!! fuck RACIST I HATE YOU"
This beyond doubt made him feel a tad bit liberated after knocking off the crackers and gathering up New Orleans folks because they hate everything that's cracky.
"Maybe I finally said the right shit to get the racist to unlike my page. Fans I'm sorry you had to read this, but we must take a stand. they WILL not treat us like this any longer. I don't give a fuck."
Alas, he has a dimwitted inspirational message for all Y'all kids weeping at how stupid you'll become after listening to his songs:
"just unlike my page and shut the fuck up. let my fans enjoy me. All young people dont let these faggots discourage you from your dreams! you can be anything you want! DESPITE them always trying to hold us down and talk shit! WE ARE GREAT"
Soulja boy also wants to confirm that he's not an alien, doesn't mind you people disliking him and, that he doesn't want you pitying him for making awful tones.
"if you are saying "soulja boy i dont like you now" i dont give a fuck i dont want you on my page anyway. I am going to speak my mind forever. and if something is no right ITS JUST NOT RIGHT! I can't help it i'm a real person with feelings. fuck a hater. and fuck a racist. out."
It's racism as usual. While you racist bastards conk on some Billy Idol we'll demand blogspot to give us a raise for being bigots.
Still, Soulja Boy has made a flunky career out of his sloppy parts of speech - which inevitably pauses you to question how an ignoramus chump with an autrocious grammar and phonics can be rich.
First of all, he doesn't suit the rap stereotype. As embroided in tatoos his layered black skin may be, for all purposes, his terrible acts make us come to think of him like an odd-looking gonzo muppet in saggy-baggy jeans. As Y'know, good ol' american fuzz take felicity in arresting any black bloke who's absurdly rich - yet, soulja boy is a shabby act practically ignored by the most bitter.
Alas, because She & Him writers enjoy being bigots - and you lot have been quite abominably unpleasant lately - soulja boy's fed-up with our distasteful conscience of pickin' on him - he has denounced his percievable tomfoolery with a cuss-back, containing of garbled english on facebook.
soulja boy self-lothes like a bitter enclair:
"WHO THE fuck "likes" an artist on facebook who they don't LIKE. DUMB ASS"
Hold on. We've seen it before. By a show of hands who 'liked' soulja boy's page? Just as we thought. Apparently the slurr duh has a handful of stalkers. YOUUUUU! Unlike that page, okay? soulja boy would like YOUUUUU! to know:
"if you don't LIKE me or my music UNLIKE the page and let the people who do enjoy their artist giving updates and music out. shit getting out of hand now. GTFOH you stalkers"
'GTFOH,' he can't spell, so we'll ask if you've 'unliked' Soulja's page yet? Anyhow, he titters about how lame he is to be loathed at so be free to 'unlike' him. It's legal.
"how can you say "i hate you" blah blah blah. when you are on my page that doesn't make any sense! it sounds crazy you are stalking a person who you don't like WTF kinda sh*t is that. no life having bitches"
Okay. At this point in time Soulja was acting a bit too bashful. He went full-blown at She & Him while we chortle in mirth and vomit. Close your eyes kids, it surpassed the awful lyrics of his tones.
"haters are so fucking stupid! "i dont like soulja boy so im gonna like his facebook and wait till he post a video to be the 1st one to comment" n***a get the fuck out of here get some pussy and stop being lame"
He continued like a castrated Malcolm X, which was funny because the only black people to be offered tea, biscuts and white lassies at a white house, are Obama and Tiger woods.
"pussy ass white boys make me sick man. LET A BLACK MAN SHINE AND DO SOMETHING POSITIVE!!! DAMN YALL ALREADY GOT MONEY AND LIVING RIGHT STOP HOLDING US BLACK PEOPLE DOWN TRYING TO DO SOMETHING POSITIVE WITH THEIR LIVES! YALL BEEN fuckING WITH US SINCE THE BEGINING OF TIME. if i don't like a artist im not going to like their facebook and talk to them. use common sense and stop being stupid"
He took a shot at the honkies too, which was applaudable - because She & Him were no longer implicated in the awful punctuation and grammar tirade.
"IM TIRED OF WHITE PEOPLE DOING US LIKE THIS MAN!! THEY TREAT US SO WRONG! fuck THEM MAN ON GOD!! f*ck THEM FOR LIKING A BLACK MANS FACEBOOK JUST TO TALK shit!! fuck RACIST I HATE YOU"
This beyond doubt made him feel a tad bit liberated after knocking off the crackers and gathering up New Orleans folks because they hate everything that's cracky.
"Maybe I finally said the right shit to get the racist to unlike my page. Fans I'm sorry you had to read this, but we must take a stand. they WILL not treat us like this any longer. I don't give a fuck."
Alas, he has a dimwitted inspirational message for all Y'all kids weeping at how stupid you'll become after listening to his songs:
"just unlike my page and shut the fuck up. let my fans enjoy me. All young people dont let these faggots discourage you from your dreams! you can be anything you want! DESPITE them always trying to hold us down and talk shit! WE ARE GREAT"
Soulja boy also wants to confirm that he's not an alien, doesn't mind you people disliking him and, that he doesn't want you pitying him for making awful tones.
"if you are saying "soulja boy i dont like you now" i dont give a fuck i dont want you on my page anyway. I am going to speak my mind forever. and if something is no right ITS JUST NOT RIGHT! I can't help it i'm a real person with feelings. fuck a hater. and fuck a racist. out."
It's racism as usual. While you racist bastards conk on some Billy Idol we'll demand blogspot to give us a raise for being bigots.
Weston Cage Will Entertainingly Rip Your "Christian Fucking Head" Off!
You can always count on parents to never leave your private and so, so important mortal routine, you call your life, right? That's if they put their effortless nature in to motion, such as to the time in which they'd gleefully pretend to care and froth you with arsewiping pity - or, conceivably thwart you by curtailing the circus net, right? Yet, parents are parents. We loathe at them as much as they loathe one another, and shootoff with mere aloofness at who encourage the shitty ways.
That said, still as misanthropical as we are, we should be knee-scalding appreciative that our so, so annoyingly important parents aren't the likes of the faltering father Nic' Cage and, the improbable mother, Christina Fulton.
Y'see, Weston Cage, a androgynous Ozzy looking chap has had his secondary characteristics beaten to a pulp, allegedly, by his personal trainer, Kevin Villegas (not a She & Him writer, okay?) who was instructed by none the other - yes folks, Nic' Cage.
She & Him has been informed that Kevin Villegas' primary responsibility was to take care of Weston's secondary responsibilities. So when Weston went off the rocker, the au pair was dispatched by none other but Cage to track down the nutter, Weston. Kevin tracked down the nutter in L.A - but the mad man, Weston, apparently relapsed into a state of resistance and aggressiveness, amusingly threatening to rip off Kevin's " Christian fucking head."
The batty nutter attemped to bandy with Kevin and rip the " Christian fucking head" off, with a senseless roundhouse kick he'd probably seen one of those 3 ninja kids flicks (ridiculously guttering him flat on the back), setting the scene for a lethal dose of 13 punched-embroidary on his nutty skull - while innumerable folks jittered in amuse (She & Him perhaps? *wink*) watched on to make the brawl the least fair.
Yet, his so, so redundant parents are so, so important that they have to loathe one another in the most annoying manner - to the extent that Weston now has to have brain trauma evaluation. Great.
Christina Fulton has apparently been banned by Weston, as Christina ran to the media blaming Nic' Cage for her so-called tranny son's amusing altercation.
Y'see, you can always count on parents to never leave your private and so, so important mortal routine, you call your life. Yes! That's if they put their effortless nature in to motion, such as to the time in which they'd gleefully pretend to care and froth you with arsewiping pity - or, conceivably thwart you by curtailing the circus net. Yes! Yet, parents are parents. We loathe at them as much as they loathe one another, and shootoff with mere aloofness at who encouraged the shitty ways.
Jesus Christ!
That said, still as misanthropical as we are, we should be knee-scalding appreciative that our so, so annoyingly important parents aren't the likes of the faltering father Nic' Cage and, the improbable mother, Christina Fulton.
Y'see, Weston Cage, a androgynous Ozzy looking chap has had his secondary characteristics beaten to a pulp, allegedly, by his personal trainer, Kevin Villegas (not a She & Him writer, okay?) who was instructed by none the other - yes folks, Nic' Cage.
She & Him has been informed that Kevin Villegas' primary responsibility was to take care of Weston's secondary responsibilities. So when Weston went off the rocker, the au pair was dispatched by none other but Cage to track down the nutter, Weston. Kevin tracked down the nutter in L.A - but the mad man, Weston, apparently relapsed into a state of resistance and aggressiveness, amusingly threatening to rip off Kevin's " Christian fucking head."
The batty nutter attemped to bandy with Kevin and rip the " Christian fucking head" off, with a senseless roundhouse kick he'd probably seen one of those 3 ninja kids flicks (ridiculously guttering him flat on the back), setting the scene for a lethal dose of 13 punched-embroidary on his nutty skull - while innumerable folks jittered in amuse (She & Him perhaps? *wink*) watched on to make the brawl the least fair.
Yet, his so, so redundant parents are so, so important that they have to loathe one another in the most annoying manner - to the extent that Weston now has to have brain trauma evaluation. Great.
Christina Fulton has apparently been banned by Weston, as Christina ran to the media blaming Nic' Cage for her so-called tranny son's amusing altercation.
Y'see, you can always count on parents to never leave your private and so, so important mortal routine, you call your life. Yes! That's if they put their effortless nature in to motion, such as to the time in which they'd gleefully pretend to care and froth you with arsewiping pity - or, conceivably thwart you by curtailing the circus net. Yes! Yet, parents are parents. We loathe at them as much as they loathe one another, and shootoff with mere aloofness at who encouraged the shitty ways.
Jesus Christ!
Thursday, 9 June 2011
In fifteen minutes LeAnn Rimes will become famous thanks to an alleged sextape, and She & Him
When Andy Warhol distorted the alphabet and manipulated mortal desperation into ink to perplex pathetic mortals with the notion, "In fifteen minutes everybody will be famous" - he forgot to consult the likes of She & Him.
Because we're obnoxiously uncultured and insensitive (including all those other synonyms you could zap out of the thesaurus), we feel obliged to tamper and corrupt the quote to the standards of She & Him.
Yes. It's hard to live up to the American dream - in other words to be ridiculously famous and filthy rich at the expense of stupid people. Everybody hankers for a lick and taste of the sweet pastry leaking through America's brown eyed willy.
Yet, there are the sort whom are insufficient - they have the atypical fame and hateful riches, still they're boring as they diminish into the Hollywood backdrop - til' they get their fifteen minutes of fame. Such as LeAnn Rimes.
Yes folks. It appears that LeAnn Rimes in good ol' American style, apparently filmed a sextape with her ex husband, Dean Sheremet.
It's become quite monotonous with all these masses of sextapes floating around like E. coli - and all these attention-seeking slebs gleefully star in it, to make us repulsively fancy them. Yet, they deny that it couldn't possibly be them - to buy them enough time to hire a stupid lawyer and woefully scramble to blow off its release.
And, LeAnn Rimes, of all the densely capacitated mortals to roam the world, besides for being impractically tedious - somehow she's mistakenly left a sextape in a truck which Star Magazine has miraculously gotten hold of.
According to Star Magazine, borebag LeAnn features "bending over in front of a mirror" in a thong, and other things which are too awful to even recall. Apparently she's "desperate" to block its release now that she's auspiciously made a headline or two.
In the meantime the aloof co-star of the sextape, and also ex hubs' to LeAnn, Dean Sheremet, being less of a cunt admits:
"Things like this happen! We were married for 8 years, we did a lot of shit!"
Icky mishaps happen for unknown reasons, yet they're willingly put into place - even if you're wholly dull and ill-suited in thongs. LeAnn now joins the ranks of JLo and Kim - somewhere in-between the category of "desperate" and "a lot of shit."
So, we at She & Him distorted the alphabet, and manipulated mortal desperation into a snotty citation aimed at LeAnn's uncanny plight.
"In fifteen minutes LeAnn Rimes will be famous, because of a alleged sextape." - She & Him
Because we're obnoxiously uncultured and insensitive (including all those other synonyms you could zap out of the thesaurus), we feel obliged to tamper and corrupt the quote to the standards of She & Him.
Yes. It's hard to live up to the American dream - in other words to be ridiculously famous and filthy rich at the expense of stupid people. Everybody hankers for a lick and taste of the sweet pastry leaking through America's brown eyed willy.
Yet, there are the sort whom are insufficient - they have the atypical fame and hateful riches, still they're boring as they diminish into the Hollywood backdrop - til' they get their fifteen minutes of fame. Such as LeAnn Rimes.
Yes folks. It appears that LeAnn Rimes in good ol' American style, apparently filmed a sextape with her ex husband, Dean Sheremet.
It's become quite monotonous with all these masses of sextapes floating around like E. coli - and all these attention-seeking slebs gleefully star in it, to make us repulsively fancy them. Yet, they deny that it couldn't possibly be them - to buy them enough time to hire a stupid lawyer and woefully scramble to blow off its release.
And, LeAnn Rimes, of all the densely capacitated mortals to roam the world, besides for being impractically tedious - somehow she's mistakenly left a sextape in a truck which Star Magazine has miraculously gotten hold of.
According to Star Magazine, borebag LeAnn features "bending over in front of a mirror" in a thong, and other things which are too awful to even recall. Apparently she's "desperate" to block its release now that she's auspiciously made a headline or two.
In the meantime the aloof co-star of the sextape, and also ex hubs' to LeAnn, Dean Sheremet, being less of a cunt admits:
"Things like this happen! We were married for 8 years, we did a lot of shit!"
Icky mishaps happen for unknown reasons, yet they're willingly put into place - even if you're wholly dull and ill-suited in thongs. LeAnn now joins the ranks of JLo and Kim - somewhere in-between the category of "desperate" and "a lot of shit."
So, we at She & Him distorted the alphabet, and manipulated mortal desperation into a snotty citation aimed at LeAnn's uncanny plight.
"In fifteen minutes LeAnn Rimes will be famous, because of a alleged sextape." - She & Him
Ultimate Warrior Loathes Hulk Hogan For Alleged Drug Tweaking, And Wife-Swap Offerings
Remember the time when WWE wanted to make us believe that its geniunely rad?
Where superstars plump from steriods and choked in leotards, would collectively grapple like a train-wreck through rent-a-center quality tables, ladders and chairs.
The sort of rivals would always fast-paced, trash-talk each other with charisma and settle their differences in a fixed-match where they would wrassle each other with proffesional affection.
Alas, the bitter gash between two of the most stupid wrestlers to ever step foot and all in the ring - the incredible Hulk, no, not the creme-soda tan broceli-figurine - rather Hulk Hogan, the bedraggled sheer polythylene shirt shank - that flickers now and then on WWE to repraise his role of Hulkamania - has now been accused by his long-time foe, the Ultimate Warrior, for being a junkie and wife-swap enthusiast.
Yes devotee hulkamaniacs. Toss your Hulkamania sweat and snot shirts into wardrobe, or fire if you wish to over-exaggerate. The Ultimate Warrior has reportedly released a 55-minute video footage, in which he claims that the pug-face Hogan's a crack "dope head" who once lured the Ultimate Warrior to have sex with his wife.
Hogan meaninglessly tweaked back, we mean tweeted, on his Twitter page (which does not contain any traces of crack, apart from users). Where he gets his inspiration from, we have not the slightest two hoots.
"I have no interest to even lower myself to communicate with [Warrior]."
Hulk has no interest, allegedly in the Ultimate Warrior - nor his wife for that matter. He's allegedly preoccupied with bingeing on drugs. Might we add, kids. Drugs are bad. It's a common fact. But Y'see, that's all that Hulk's allegedly good at.
Still, when will this squabble ever end, you may ask? Our thoughts at She & Him - we don't know and we don't care - so don't bother asking us.
Where superstars plump from steriods and choked in leotards, would collectively grapple like a train-wreck through rent-a-center quality tables, ladders and chairs.
The sort of rivals would always fast-paced, trash-talk each other with charisma and settle their differences in a fixed-match where they would wrassle each other with proffesional affection.
Alas, the bitter gash between two of the most stupid wrestlers to ever step foot and all in the ring - the incredible Hulk, no, not the creme-soda tan broceli-figurine - rather Hulk Hogan, the bedraggled sheer polythylene shirt shank - that flickers now and then on WWE to repraise his role of Hulkamania - has now been accused by his long-time foe, the Ultimate Warrior, for being a junkie and wife-swap enthusiast.
Yes devotee hulkamaniacs. Toss your Hulkamania sweat and snot shirts into wardrobe, or fire if you wish to over-exaggerate. The Ultimate Warrior has reportedly released a 55-minute video footage, in which he claims that the pug-face Hogan's a crack "dope head" who once lured the Ultimate Warrior to have sex with his wife.
Hogan meaninglessly tweaked back, we mean tweeted, on his Twitter page (which does not contain any traces of crack, apart from users). Where he gets his inspiration from, we have not the slightest two hoots.
"I have no interest to even lower myself to communicate with [Warrior]."
Hulk has no interest, allegedly in the Ultimate Warrior - nor his wife for that matter. He's allegedly preoccupied with bingeing on drugs. Might we add, kids. Drugs are bad. It's a common fact. But Y'see, that's all that Hulk's allegedly good at.
Still, when will this squabble ever end, you may ask? Our thoughts at She & Him - we don't know and we don't care - so don't bother asking us.
Zach Galifianakis Thinks Ke$ha's Music Is Bad, And The Stupid Movie He Stars In, You Stupid Parents Allow Your Stupid Kids To Watch
Zach Galifianakis - a combination of an autistic Fred Flintstone and an unshaved Har Mar superstar - is a classic class act of how barbarously handsome and flossy a few Hollywood actors are. He's boorishly a man of many talents - both on screen and off - for one we at She & Him recognize - for his blunt honesty in loathing how appallingly abhorrent Ke$ha is off screen.
Thats right! In a recent interview in Rolling Stone, Galifianakis responded to an email from Ke$ha asking him to meet up for a drink, which he had not responded to.
In the most aspiring and insincere excuse, he growls:
"I saw that Ke$ha woman the other day. She was sitting by herself, and I walked up to her and said, Listen, I got your e-mail. Your music is really bad! I don't know who listens to it, but I imagine it's, like, six-year-olds - and it's a bad message.'"
We're giving six-year-olds the wrong impression. Yet, We doubt six-year-olds listen to her coo about how she's about to blow every creature. We can imagine Ke$ha's creampie face, like a washed-out Ashley Tisdale having her usual cracked-up episode feeling as stupid as she is useless. And don't forget - she was almost readily about to blow him to. After she shaved him.
Still, Galifianakis should be hailed for his blazen bravery of complimenting Ke$ha on what an awful infuence she is on six-year-olds - to lay-off bore bag parental organizations. Alas, Galifianakis also advised stupid parents not to allow their kids to watch his stupid movie 'Hangover II' where he roams around unco-ordinated like a biped.
Galifianakis' boorishly a man of many talents.
*silently scream from within*
Thats right! In a recent interview in Rolling Stone, Galifianakis responded to an email from Ke$ha asking him to meet up for a drink, which he had not responded to.
In the most aspiring and insincere excuse, he growls:
"I saw that Ke$ha woman the other day. She was sitting by herself, and I walked up to her and said, Listen, I got your e-mail. Your music is really bad! I don't know who listens to it, but I imagine it's, like, six-year-olds - and it's a bad message.'"
We're giving six-year-olds the wrong impression. Yet, We doubt six-year-olds listen to her coo about how she's about to blow every creature. We can imagine Ke$ha's creampie face, like a washed-out Ashley Tisdale having her usual cracked-up episode feeling as stupid as she is useless. And don't forget - she was almost readily about to blow him to. After she shaved him.
Still, Galifianakis should be hailed for his blazen bravery of complimenting Ke$ha on what an awful infuence she is on six-year-olds - to lay-off bore bag parental organizations. Alas, Galifianakis also advised stupid parents not to allow their kids to watch his stupid movie 'Hangover II' where he roams around unco-ordinated like a biped.
Galifianakis' boorishly a man of many talents.
*silently scream from within*
Locnville Assaulted By "fucking police"
Locnville - are two offish crass-looking brothers whom supposedly make music, with a ferous larynx and a mishmash of nintendo 64 jingles.
For those of you who are completely oblivious to their horrible live performances - they are apparently an electro pop due from South Africa, who can't sing nor fight - and enjoy being sucker-punched.
Yes that's right folkies! A Mob of angry South African folks allegedly confronted them about how awfully crassy they are, at a petrol station in Claremont, Cape Town. And the fuzz thought so to, as they maced one of the clods.
The pop clods, Brian and Andrew Chaplin, claim that a fight erupted after a group of folks called them "fags" and "wankers" - and police intervened to stop the fight which is hysterical because when the South African police intervenes, they have policies to beat the shit out of you. And the Loc' clods hopelessly can't fight, even when aggresively intoxicated with cosmopolitans, and all those other pink drinks.
Twitter reports:
"Locnville was just assaulted by police officers."
Good or bad? 1) Good - police are there to serve society with police brutality, and society is bent at ears with their sloppy music. 2) Bad - we'll tiresomely be bore to death with their whining - about how they'll be moving to New Zealand and Australia - because like most deranged pink-faced white asylum folks, South Africa is a shit place.
According to their Facebook page, as they are desperately attention-seeking - which you can see by the overuse of the exclaimation and question marks.
"Locnville was just assaulted by the SAPS!!!!!! Brian was maced in the face and our best friend punched in the face by fucking police!!!!!! Can you believe it????? What happend to South Africa????"
So the clod was assumingly maced in the face by one of the worlds most unresourceful "fucking police" force. It was probably a tin-can of axe which the polite "fucking police" sprayed onto the reeking drunks. What polite and caring "fucking police" with their stomachs out and chest in, ey??????!!!!!!
Where are the "fucking" travel agents??????
For those of you who are completely oblivious to their horrible live performances - they are apparently an electro pop due from South Africa, who can't sing nor fight - and enjoy being sucker-punched.
Yes that's right folkies! A Mob of angry South African folks allegedly confronted them about how awfully crassy they are, at a petrol station in Claremont, Cape Town. And the fuzz thought so to, as they maced one of the clods.
The pop clods, Brian and Andrew Chaplin, claim that a fight erupted after a group of folks called them "fags" and "wankers" - and police intervened to stop the fight which is hysterical because when the South African police intervenes, they have policies to beat the shit out of you. And the Loc' clods hopelessly can't fight, even when aggresively intoxicated with cosmopolitans, and all those other pink drinks.
Twitter reports:
"Locnville was just assaulted by police officers."
Good or bad? 1) Good - police are there to serve society with police brutality, and society is bent at ears with their sloppy music. 2) Bad - we'll tiresomely be bore to death with their whining - about how they'll be moving to New Zealand and Australia - because like most deranged pink-faced white asylum folks, South Africa is a shit place.
According to their Facebook page, as they are desperately attention-seeking - which you can see by the overuse of the exclaimation and question marks.
"Locnville was just assaulted by the SAPS!!!!!! Brian was maced in the face and our best friend punched in the face by fucking police!!!!!! Can you believe it????? What happend to South Africa????"
So the clod was assumingly maced in the face by one of the worlds most unresourceful "fucking police" force. It was probably a tin-can of axe which the polite "fucking police" sprayed onto the reeking drunks. What polite and caring "fucking police" with their stomachs out and chest in, ey??????!!!!!!
Where are the "fucking" travel agents??????
Wednesday, 8 June 2011
Sienna Miller Satisfied With Sincere Apologies (Of £100 00) For Publicized Privates
Just to clear things up in the most informal manner. She & Him is a highly specialized snot blog, aimlessly subsidised, among others, by blogspot - and not a shitty tabloid. We're awful at apologizing - we've tried it on numerous ocassions since April - yet we've failed endlessly at being the least proffesional.
Speaking of being proffesional - tabloids. Yes. Those shitty tabloids that floss slebs crevices in a storage room to give them the urgent attention they neccesitate. What the world would be without these shitty tabloids - callous, harsh, crude and brutally unsympathetic - because all tabloids really do is apologize in large font headlines bout' what a terrible 1-ply newsprint they are for publicizing daffy slebs that crust our eyelids.
For one, the U.K tabloid that presents motionless cod news about slebs, The News of the World, has offered "sincere apologies" to Sienna Miller. Because she's a dwindeled canvas of Katherine Heigl - and by all means a nonentity when brought out to the open air. No. The News of the World found Sienna so agitately boring, that they had to hack into her cellphone messages to dig up something captivating about her.
According to Miller's lawyer, Michael Silverleaf, numerous articles contained "intrusive and private information," which most certainly exposed how boringly dull she is. The tabloid's also known for publishing innumerable artless slebs private information they hacked - before these menial slebs cease to exist.
Anyways, to show you folks how comatosely boring Sienna consequently is - ones "sincere apologies" for viewing her insignificant privates will be compensated in a handsome £100 000.
Yawn. What would the world be without tabloids.
Speaking of being proffesional - tabloids. Yes. Those shitty tabloids that floss slebs crevices in a storage room to give them the urgent attention they neccesitate. What the world would be without these shitty tabloids - callous, harsh, crude and brutally unsympathetic - because all tabloids really do is apologize in large font headlines bout' what a terrible 1-ply newsprint they are for publicizing daffy slebs that crust our eyelids.
For one, the U.K tabloid that presents motionless cod news about slebs, The News of the World, has offered "sincere apologies" to Sienna Miller. Because she's a dwindeled canvas of Katherine Heigl - and by all means a nonentity when brought out to the open air. No. The News of the World found Sienna so agitately boring, that they had to hack into her cellphone messages to dig up something captivating about her.
According to Miller's lawyer, Michael Silverleaf, numerous articles contained "intrusive and private information," which most certainly exposed how boringly dull she is. The tabloid's also known for publishing innumerable artless slebs private information they hacked - before these menial slebs cease to exist.
Anyways, to show you folks how comatosely boring Sienna consequently is - ones "sincere apologies" for viewing her insignificant privates will be compensated in a handsome £100 000.
Yawn. What would the world be without tabloids.
William Cancels Possible Ambush On Kate By Arnie'
William - a pretty decent chap - set to piss the world off (along with his eclipsed wife Kate who's jostered behind Pippa's mooning posterior), on a royal tour to bore the seemingly unattentive stupid robots to electric malfunction - politely said, clinical brain-damage.
With that said, William seemingly jolts the impression of a content fellow with a vinyl masked face, and gleefully beaming impotent imperium with his counterproductive plastic silverware - absolutely no ounce of fluid to gage venom or rage. He's barely an ordinary human, hence he was pledged to royalty by a generous god due to his disabling lack of talent. Not that he needs it, ey?
Alas folks. This tame and timid bloke often undermined by She & Him should not be cut to the quick. Although he's a stupid person - the bloke has some sort of human-like traits embedded within his dainty cartridge.
Also, it's snoozingly apparent that everyone practically fancied the tellybox when Pippa acquinted folks with her sunlight depriving posterior - and Kate? Need we say more or should we. Let's just call it, 'there's something about Kate', because we're unresponsively rude today.
Still, 'there's something about Kate' which has the royal mammal's briefs in a knot or so. Yes folks. William and Kate have canceled their meeting with Arnold and gave up on California dreaming, now that California's no longer safe with Arnie prowling the streets.
According to a source whom requested that their identity be witheld:
"Organizers of the royal visit had been talking about a private meeting with Schwarzenegger at the British consul-general's Los Angeles residence, but now that plan has been abandoned."
Kate was probably concerned that Arnie might stick his abandoned member through her duffel apparel.
After all, 'there's something about Kate' - and William a seemingly content fellow with a vinyl masked face, and gleefully beaming impotent imperium with counterproductive plastic silverware - could slag it off and maybe Arnie could be the surrogate to junior.
Have a ding dong day.
With that said, William seemingly jolts the impression of a content fellow with a vinyl masked face, and gleefully beaming impotent imperium with his counterproductive plastic silverware - absolutely no ounce of fluid to gage venom or rage. He's barely an ordinary human, hence he was pledged to royalty by a generous god due to his disabling lack of talent. Not that he needs it, ey?
Alas folks. This tame and timid bloke often undermined by She & Him should not be cut to the quick. Although he's a stupid person - the bloke has some sort of human-like traits embedded within his dainty cartridge.
Also, it's snoozingly apparent that everyone practically fancied the tellybox when Pippa acquinted folks with her sunlight depriving posterior - and Kate? Need we say more or should we. Let's just call it, 'there's something about Kate', because we're unresponsively rude today.
Still, 'there's something about Kate' which has the royal mammal's briefs in a knot or so. Yes folks. William and Kate have canceled their meeting with Arnold and gave up on California dreaming, now that California's no longer safe with Arnie prowling the streets.
According to a source whom requested that their identity be witheld:
"Organizers of the royal visit had been talking about a private meeting with Schwarzenegger at the British consul-general's Los Angeles residence, but now that plan has been abandoned."
Kate was probably concerned that Arnie might stick his abandoned member through her duffel apparel.
After all, 'there's something about Kate' - and William a seemingly content fellow with a vinyl masked face, and gleefully beaming impotent imperium with counterproductive plastic silverware - could slag it off and maybe Arnie could be the surrogate to junior.
Have a ding dong day.
Khloe Kardashian Apparently Loved The Nip Flash, Still We're Collectively Unattracted To Her
Khloe Kardashian - the needy hand-me-down hassock out of the lot - constantly seeking attention in the shadows of Kim K's gluteus maximus badonkadonk - has attempted to excite folks into latching on to the notion, that she's the appealing one out of the lot, with a nip slip.
Yesssssirie! That's right folks! In an interview on Fox and Friends both the 'Keeping up with the Kardashians' stars, Khloe and Kourtney, waned into the backdrop when Khloe practically flashed her nipple.
Khloe's apparently more excited than we remotely are. So it's far to say that this was not your average blooper - as in She & Him's records it was far from a mere nip slip - she succesfully flashed it off for attention hoping some perv would be duped into getting sexually aroused - and feel the bit attraction to her exhausted-appearing mammary teat.
Khloe still foolishly hyped at her premeditated stunt, took her taunting to the sleb confession cubicle, Twitter:
"I had a nip slip and loved it. My mom just called me saying my nip slip is all over the internet. Ha! Is it weird that I love it?"
The stylist prossibly advised Khloe to strap on a bra, as its by any chance the only garment that's fitting. Alas Khloe shrugged off the bra and hit the stage with 'go-go-gadget' boobie in her blouse.
"Being the naughty girl that I am I disobeyed and went bra-less. Personally I love when women show their nipples - perhaps I was a member of a nudist colony in my last life."
We tiresomely concur that Khloe is an attention-seeking flasher who wants us to know that she is more attractive than both Kim and Kourtney because she was apparently some reincarnated nudist that went undocumented throughout history as she's not an attractive spectacle.
There you have it folks. She loved it more than we did. And she loves women's busts just as much as you pervs do. It's all over the internet for you to grapple your member.
Mind if we at She & Him do a pen nib slip?
Yesssssirie! That's right folks! In an interview on Fox and Friends both the 'Keeping up with the Kardashians' stars, Khloe and Kourtney, waned into the backdrop when Khloe practically flashed her nipple.
Khloe's apparently more excited than we remotely are. So it's far to say that this was not your average blooper - as in She & Him's records it was far from a mere nip slip - she succesfully flashed it off for attention hoping some perv would be duped into getting sexually aroused - and feel the bit attraction to her exhausted-appearing mammary teat.
Khloe still foolishly hyped at her premeditated stunt, took her taunting to the sleb confession cubicle, Twitter:
"I had a nip slip and loved it. My mom just called me saying my nip slip is all over the internet. Ha! Is it weird that I love it?"
The stylist prossibly advised Khloe to strap on a bra, as its by any chance the only garment that's fitting. Alas Khloe shrugged off the bra and hit the stage with 'go-go-gadget' boobie in her blouse.
"Being the naughty girl that I am I disobeyed and went bra-less. Personally I love when women show their nipples - perhaps I was a member of a nudist colony in my last life."
We tiresomely concur that Khloe is an attention-seeking flasher who wants us to know that she is more attractive than both Kim and Kourtney because she was apparently some reincarnated nudist that went undocumented throughout history as she's not an attractive spectacle.
There you have it folks. She loved it more than we did. And she loves women's busts just as much as you pervs do. It's all over the internet for you to grapple your member.
Mind if we at She & Him do a pen nib slip?
Tuesday, 7 June 2011
Josh Duhamel (Who?) Reiterates Unheard Of Role In All My Children
Off-putting. Lock all the wrist-slitting needy pockmark women in the dwellings!
The supposed actor (poser if Y'like), Josh Dumbcamel (craves attention to such an extent that he'll do anything to receive it), will be making a bland cameo appearance on the unpleasant daytime rubbish soapie All My Children - for all you saggy unwanted loner housewives to coo about.
Ten years ago the minger known as Josh, jump-started his acting (again - posing if Y'like) on AMC as Leo du Pres, a con artist and will be resurrected from the dead for one last breathe at a norey appearance, thankfully to a place called 'Pine Valley' where collective blokes bonk bliss Babe.
After ten years we still don't know who this turd is, but apparently he slagged butterface Fergie. With AMC at the end of the rope like a wizened scrotum blowing in wind - we at She & Him will sickeningly gack at the forthcoming torment informercials will put the telly through a thousand volts of electric bolts.
AMC wasn't that bad, ey? At least it layed off those shitty informercials. Still, nobody gave a blinking eyelid - not even Usher which explains why he has screaming fans. Imagine She & Him asking Usher, 'how many times have you seen AMC?'
Usher pressumingly answering, 'No. I've never seen All My Children before.'
Double-check, Eh?
The supposed actor (poser if Y'like), Josh Dumbcamel (craves attention to such an extent that he'll do anything to receive it), will be making a bland cameo appearance on the unpleasant daytime rubbish soapie All My Children - for all you saggy unwanted loner housewives to coo about.
Ten years ago the minger known as Josh, jump-started his acting (again - posing if Y'like) on AMC as Leo du Pres, a con artist and will be resurrected from the dead for one last breathe at a norey appearance, thankfully to a place called 'Pine Valley' where collective blokes bonk bliss Babe.
After ten years we still don't know who this turd is, but apparently he slagged butterface Fergie. With AMC at the end of the rope like a wizened scrotum blowing in wind - we at She & Him will sickeningly gack at the forthcoming torment informercials will put the telly through a thousand volts of electric bolts.
AMC wasn't that bad, ey? At least it layed off those shitty informercials. Still, nobody gave a blinking eyelid - not even Usher which explains why he has screaming fans. Imagine She & Him asking Usher, 'how many times have you seen AMC?'
Usher pressumingly answering, 'No. I've never seen All My Children before.'
Double-check, Eh?
Lady Gaga Was Born An Unusual Way From Censorious Lebanese Christian Crankers
Remember that time when we thought Christina Aguilera was weird? No seriously, she was strange and wonderful - just another premature delivered casualty, right?
She extremely grotty at being reportedly intoxicated - we uneventfully refused to yawn an insult at her. She's astoundingly a hideous-looking barbie - we at She & Him still don't get her as she's characterless - and colorlessly pigmented like a laundry detergent.
Now take this borebag - spice it with a distasteful, creepy sexuality - and all those toxic chemicals - you get Lady Gaga - an awful-inspiring spectacle.
Truth be told. Lady Gaga is freakishly popular, without a doubt, as she makes records sales a mere intake of pancakes - and boring artists look exceptionally flimsy and disinteresting. Alas, for the sake of usual short term interest, we won't dwell on how brilliantly unusual she is. As a matter of fact it wouldn't be too appetizing.
If you noob to the sphere of Gaga ambience, you should know as the case may be, that Gaga's album is the fastest-selling album, this year, in every country, but that irregular country that goes unheard of - and disapears in a blink of the eye throughout the year. Yes it's Lebanon.
According to the unsatisfying to the sense government reports, the album's banned from stores due to "alleged insults to Christianity" and "it's all round 'bad taste.'"
Your guesses, believably, are as good as our ballpark. Christians are crappy folks. They accidently on purpose, hate everything that's ethically and morally honest and unrelated to Jesus. They are offended by ice cream ads on Youtube - and Jim Gaffigan's postcard jokes.
They likely assume Gaga to be the devil and endlessly pray til' they eventually go gaga.
Still, nobody cares whether or not the Lebanese government bans the album. Who cares. Prayer doesn't work and insults work better anyways.
She extremely grotty at being reportedly intoxicated - we uneventfully refused to yawn an insult at her. She's astoundingly a hideous-looking barbie - we at She & Him still don't get her as she's characterless - and colorlessly pigmented like a laundry detergent.
Now take this borebag - spice it with a distasteful, creepy sexuality - and all those toxic chemicals - you get Lady Gaga - an awful-inspiring spectacle.
Truth be told. Lady Gaga is freakishly popular, without a doubt, as she makes records sales a mere intake of pancakes - and boring artists look exceptionally flimsy and disinteresting. Alas, for the sake of usual short term interest, we won't dwell on how brilliantly unusual she is. As a matter of fact it wouldn't be too appetizing.
If you noob to the sphere of Gaga ambience, you should know as the case may be, that Gaga's album is the fastest-selling album, this year, in every country, but that irregular country that goes unheard of - and disapears in a blink of the eye throughout the year. Yes it's Lebanon.
According to the unsatisfying to the sense government reports, the album's banned from stores due to "alleged insults to Christianity" and "it's all round 'bad taste.'"
Your guesses, believably, are as good as our ballpark. Christians are crappy folks. They accidently on purpose, hate everything that's ethically and morally honest and unrelated to Jesus. They are offended by ice cream ads on Youtube - and Jim Gaffigan's postcard jokes.
They likely assume Gaga to be the devil and endlessly pray til' they eventually go gaga.
Still, nobody cares whether or not the Lebanese government bans the album. Who cares. Prayer doesn't work and insults work better anyways.
France Apparently Bans Imaginary Friends - Facebook And Twitter From Tv/Radio
France is looniously a strange inanimate begrudging hag which we attracted to for unknown purposes. Take the shabby critter Erika Eiffel, whom supposedly had a sexual attraction to the Eiffel Tower. If we had known we would've handed it a dildo.
And, don't forget Hitler's sexual frustration - ordering it to be destroyed because Germans could possibly only scaffold walls.
Of all the things that the French could possibly ban, like awful pennycatch French accordion music, stupid annoying french Ronald McDonald mimes and awful english diction creatures- the French have banned the use of Facebook and Twitter on Tv/Radio, probably because they're terribly phonated.
Apparently the French government is as annoyed as we are - as Facebook and Twitter is mentioned after every other word - and that it's unfair to other social networking sites; Bebo, Myspace, the creep peado sort.
Soon they'll probably be banning circus nets, English (which could be a good thing) and stupid people cooing their opinions about France banning the burqa.
Can someone have a word with France please?
And, don't forget Hitler's sexual frustration - ordering it to be destroyed because Germans could possibly only scaffold walls.
Of all the things that the French could possibly ban, like awful pennycatch French accordion music, stupid annoying french Ronald McDonald mimes and awful english diction creatures- the French have banned the use of Facebook and Twitter on Tv/Radio, probably because they're terribly phonated.
Apparently the French government is as annoyed as we are - as Facebook and Twitter is mentioned after every other word - and that it's unfair to other social networking sites; Bebo, Myspace, the creep peado sort.
Soon they'll probably be banning circus nets, English (which could be a good thing) and stupid people cooing their opinions about France banning the burqa.
Can someone have a word with France please?
Congressman Anthony Weiner Has Itchy Internet Sensation Crotch
Anthony Weiner - a mishmash between a grody-looking Lea Michele and a biped alias of a penis fabricated under the name of a sausage, has admitted to sending gawdy pics' of his penis to 'young female fans'.
In other words the democrat congressman had online relationships with six perverted creatures over the years on the internet, which is worth a tear or two, probably because he realised how lustfully grotty he is.
Anyhow, to make matters absurdly batty, he denied sending a close-up picture via his Twitter account of his tingling crotch in cruddy stained undies' that reached a woman in Seattle. However, after possibly planting the seed of doubt and due to enormous pressure he finally admitted to revealing his creepy crotch to numerous disturbed hussies.
Weiner (Sausage/Penis, which your preference) pathetically sobs:
"The picture was of me and I sent it. I am deeply sorry for the pain this has caused."
The tainted internet sensation adds:
"I don't know what I was thinking. This was destructive things to do."
It doesn't get more damaging than this folks. "I don't know what I was thinking", now we're all fucked. Pack your bags and leave, warp to anything but those six hussies for all we care, before bovine Shelly gets home.
Itchy crotch crummy baby-kissers always blabber about our last expedient to make themselves look 'good', when not in crotchy attire. And here at She & Him we thought congressman shag antique cabinets.
Okay. NOW RUUUUUUUUUN!
In other words the democrat congressman had online relationships with six perverted creatures over the years on the internet, which is worth a tear or two, probably because he realised how lustfully grotty he is.
Anyhow, to make matters absurdly batty, he denied sending a close-up picture via his Twitter account of his tingling crotch in cruddy stained undies' that reached a woman in Seattle. However, after possibly planting the seed of doubt and due to enormous pressure he finally admitted to revealing his creepy crotch to numerous disturbed hussies.
Weiner (Sausage/Penis, which your preference) pathetically sobs:
"The picture was of me and I sent it. I am deeply sorry for the pain this has caused."
The tainted internet sensation adds:
"I don't know what I was thinking. This was destructive things to do."
It doesn't get more damaging than this folks. "I don't know what I was thinking", now we're all fucked. Pack your bags and leave, warp to anything but those six hussies for all we care, before bovine Shelly gets home.
Itchy crotch crummy baby-kissers always blabber about our last expedient to make themselves look 'good', when not in crotchy attire. And here at She & Him we thought congressman shag antique cabinets.
Okay. NOW RUUUUUUUUUN!
Monday, 6 June 2011
Kim K Getting Married In 2 Months Time
Kim K's planning a wedding in 2 months time Y'know, and you stupid people are uninvited. Stupid people watched William and Kate's wedding Y'know, because it was tiresomely dreary, made us bang the telly against the urinal every time we saw Huw Edwards and, sexually disorientated us with the Queen looking like skimmed lemon fancies.
That's right! Kim K's planning a wedding of the century after beau Kris Humphries cocked the broomstick and kneeled on one foot.
According to an insider whom we assumed to be invited and as happy as all you stupid uninvited people are. It claims:
"The wedding will happen within six to eight weeks. The wedding shower will take place about a month from now, they're doing things very, very quickly. It's being fast-tracked."
Furthermore, in an attempt to develop schemas for stupid outsiders, Kim K's hoping to putting weddings back on the rack and, rival the boringly uncompetitive and unreceptive wedding of William and Kate.
According to an unoticeable friend of Kim. It coughs and farts:
"Kim is planning the wedding of the century. She doesn't see why a royal wedding should get more attention than hers. She sees herself as a bigger celebrity than Kate Middleton."
Of course, truth be told, anything yet everything was more fevereshly popular than Kate in a frock with her flattened bike-rack on her wedding day. Every speck of organism focused on Pippa's ventilator, which explains why doors were shut and eyeballs glued to the tellybox.
Yet, masses turned out at the wedding, yes, deranged mentally retired creatures whom thought the Beastles were playing at Westminster.
Excuse Kim stupid people and Kate. Her trivial notion of having the wedding of the century is off the dock, Y'know it's Kim we're talking bout'. Clearly off the dock and brain-damaged, that's why stupid people aren't invited, okay?
That's right! Kim K's planning a wedding of the century after beau Kris Humphries cocked the broomstick and kneeled on one foot.
According to an insider whom we assumed to be invited and as happy as all you stupid uninvited people are. It claims:
"The wedding will happen within six to eight weeks. The wedding shower will take place about a month from now, they're doing things very, very quickly. It's being fast-tracked."
Furthermore, in an attempt to develop schemas for stupid outsiders, Kim K's hoping to putting weddings back on the rack and, rival the boringly uncompetitive and unreceptive wedding of William and Kate.
According to an unoticeable friend of Kim. It coughs and farts:
"Kim is planning the wedding of the century. She doesn't see why a royal wedding should get more attention than hers. She sees herself as a bigger celebrity than Kate Middleton."
Of course, truth be told, anything yet everything was more fevereshly popular than Kate in a frock with her flattened bike-rack on her wedding day. Every speck of organism focused on Pippa's ventilator, which explains why doors were shut and eyeballs glued to the tellybox.
Yet, masses turned out at the wedding, yes, deranged mentally retired creatures whom thought the Beastles were playing at Westminster.
Excuse Kim stupid people and Kate. Her trivial notion of having the wedding of the century is off the dock, Y'know it's Kim we're talking bout'. Clearly off the dock and brain-damaged, that's why stupid people aren't invited, okay?
Cheryl Cole Replaced With Nicole Shitsinger
Off-putting. Apart from Simon's unbuttoned shirt, now, after weeks of mucking about, Cheryl Cole has been replaced by Nicole Shitsinger (who's he?), on the U.S X Factor show.
Yes folks, that's right! In recent weeks, Cheryl Cole went from a benchwarmer to a complete ass. No we are not referring to her as clear as gutter-larynx accent, rather, she was let go as a result of there not being enough chemistry, and probably because she retardedly held her head at a 60 degree angle.
According to an insider whom we believe we ought to trust, it boo's:
"There was no spark. It was nobody's fault. It just didn't work."
Although Cheryl was invited back to the show she disastrously failed to swoon over Simon, Fox and Freemantle producers, yet they payed off her contract so that she may move foward. The was no spark, otherwise, no one desired to plug the socket.
Nevertheless, Cheryl riverdanced off with a handsome $1,5million, for compensation and, emotional distress, pain and suffering, probably and all those other natural emotions him's sensory receptors - testicles - arouse at for pleasure.
Alas, Cole will make a brief appearance on the show for a handful episodes like an airhead, and we'll lust on an awfully lackluster Nicole Shitsinger. Who? Don't ask us, we still don't know who he is. Wait a minute, nah.
On the bright side, at least, Cheryl could bag a medicine cabinet of benzodiazepines.
Yes folks, that's right! In recent weeks, Cheryl Cole went from a benchwarmer to a complete ass. No we are not referring to her as clear as gutter-larynx accent, rather, she was let go as a result of there not being enough chemistry, and probably because she retardedly held her head at a 60 degree angle.
According to an insider whom we believe we ought to trust, it boo's:
"There was no spark. It was nobody's fault. It just didn't work."
Although Cheryl was invited back to the show she disastrously failed to swoon over Simon, Fox and Freemantle producers, yet they payed off her contract so that she may move foward. The was no spark, otherwise, no one desired to plug the socket.
Nevertheless, Cheryl riverdanced off with a handsome $1,5million, for compensation and, emotional distress, pain and suffering, probably and all those other natural emotions him's sensory receptors - testicles - arouse at for pleasure.
Alas, Cole will make a brief appearance on the show for a handful episodes like an airhead, and we'll lust on an awfully lackluster Nicole Shitsinger. Who? Don't ask us, we still don't know who he is. Wait a minute, nah.
On the bright side, at least, Cheryl could bag a medicine cabinet of benzodiazepines.
Swede King Is Massively Popular, Thanks To Alleged Strip Club Scandal
Hey you! Yes, you! Carl XVI Gustaf! Why are you allegedly visiting strip clubs? Are you fatigued at the nauseating lap dances from jesters? Yes? No? Eh?
Yessssirie folks'! According to a poorly sourced book, the Swede king who goes by the name of an off tin-can of polyutherane furnished accordion, Carl XVI Gustaf, has allegedly visited 'exclusive' strip clubs in Atlanta during the 1996 Olympics, and Slovakia in 2008 (by 'exclusive' we mean those places where taxpayers fund the unimportant elite with mammoth sums of banknotes, such as $20million taxpayer-funded stipend, to spend on skanks).
According to an insider from inside the book, which critics call a 'hardcopy of a gossip magazine', Milla Markovic has some pics' of the Swede king's entourage in 'compromising positions'. They most certainly shook hands and made a $20million worth transaction. Who are we kiddin'? Of course they shagged anything and everything but their wives.
According to the 'hardcopy gossip magazine', the old geezer rose to public attention when he allegedly had a secret love affair during the 1990's, and would often be entertained by scantily bedecked skanks in Stockholm night clubs with his monarch horses/men.
To make matters of tedious commentary, the Swede media as infuriated as black and white could ever be, in Times New Roman (alas with the absense of caps lock, because they're not really angry), state that:
"If it turns out that the king lied straight into (Swedes') faces, we could be one step closer to a republic."
With the media's dull recomendations towards the king, alas, he massively still remains a popular candidate to give Swedes' the desperate worldly attention they need, due to 44% of Swedes' in support of the king, despite them paying for the uninvited, festivities. In response to the allegations, a royal commentator whom probably missed out on the low-key festivities claims that:
"His reputation has of course been hurt by this and he's had a difficult time defending himself."
Of course the king is having a difficult time, quite difficult that he's "turning the page", on you boring newsprints, eh? Imagine the king cooing admission of guilt, 'it wasn't me', while we unresponsively 'turn the pages' in our newsprints.
Besides.
Give the Swede king a break, okay? Queen Silvia's not the ideal German-looking pornstar, okay?
Sigh.
Yessssirie folks'! According to a poorly sourced book, the Swede king who goes by the name of an off tin-can of polyutherane furnished accordion, Carl XVI Gustaf, has allegedly visited 'exclusive' strip clubs in Atlanta during the 1996 Olympics, and Slovakia in 2008 (by 'exclusive' we mean those places where taxpayers fund the unimportant elite with mammoth sums of banknotes, such as $20million taxpayer-funded stipend, to spend on skanks).
According to an insider from inside the book, which critics call a 'hardcopy of a gossip magazine', Milla Markovic has some pics' of the Swede king's entourage in 'compromising positions'. They most certainly shook hands and made a $20million worth transaction. Who are we kiddin'? Of course they shagged anything and everything but their wives.
According to the 'hardcopy gossip magazine', the old geezer rose to public attention when he allegedly had a secret love affair during the 1990's, and would often be entertained by scantily bedecked skanks in Stockholm night clubs with his monarch horses/men.
To make matters of tedious commentary, the Swede media as infuriated as black and white could ever be, in Times New Roman (alas with the absense of caps lock, because they're not really angry), state that:
"If it turns out that the king lied straight into (Swedes') faces, we could be one step closer to a republic."
With the media's dull recomendations towards the king, alas, he massively still remains a popular candidate to give Swedes' the desperate worldly attention they need, due to 44% of Swedes' in support of the king, despite them paying for the uninvited, festivities. In response to the allegations, a royal commentator whom probably missed out on the low-key festivities claims that:
"His reputation has of course been hurt by this and he's had a difficult time defending himself."
Of course the king is having a difficult time, quite difficult that he's "turning the page", on you boring newsprints, eh? Imagine the king cooing admission of guilt, 'it wasn't me', while we unresponsively 'turn the pages' in our newsprints.
Besides.
Give the Swede king a break, okay? Queen Silvia's not the ideal German-looking pornstar, okay?
Sigh.
Wednesday, 1 June 2011
Jesus Christ its' Snooki?!?
Often we frivolously glance at the billboard slogan 'don't drink and drive' - but because we're increasingly besotted in backwardness and brainless activities - the temptation to intoxicate our bloodstreams are less concerned as to the boring drive home - and the monotonous slogan seems perplexed - inevitably reminding traffic cops that we're drunk and can no longer read the road signs...
Snooki on the other hand pathetically sober, slammed into a cop car over the weekend while filming the bland to eye-peeling fourth season of Jersey Shore (which you lot can spiritlessly watch on Mtv) - doubtlessly to provokingly remind us of how terribly annoying she is...
In the name of free press -Snooki (and her irrelevant co star Deena) crashed her Fiat Multipla into two Italian Police officers. Apparently, the two police officers were supposedly to escort the reality flop, Snookie - through the city - and pressumably to be discarded from the city...
According to the gleeful police spokesman Florence:
"It was nothing serious and they have been released, but they will not be back at work for a week," presumably, when the shooting of Jersey Shore's fourth season cease's to exist - such the music videos on Mtv...
Florrie' Florence also prattles that the two officers have 90 days to file a lawsuit - ineffectively the legal system would be absent on the court set date. We said it, for your amuse'...
Alas, roads in Italy are finally safe now that Snooki has been stripped from her drivers licence - not that she could ever have seen beyond the dashboard due to her 140cm shoelace length- including a funnel rivited to her achondroplasia neck - an ornamental lamppost. Or a pug with a surgical collar, which ever your preference...
The two officers escaped with minor whiplash injuries though they probably begged and pleaded for major fiendish injuiries - to the extreme where self-mutilation's an option...
To the point where they obtusely hallucinate and start shouting, 'transform us into a car - we'll take civil action - within 90days we'll fender bender the entire force' - whatever it takes to keep them off duty whilst Snooki continues to pull the plug on our humor with her fully throtlled irritation...
Hand this dwarf a trike please, eh?..
Snooki on the other hand pathetically sober, slammed into a cop car over the weekend while filming the bland to eye-peeling fourth season of Jersey Shore (which you lot can spiritlessly watch on Mtv) - doubtlessly to provokingly remind us of how terribly annoying she is...
In the name of free press -Snooki (and her irrelevant co star Deena) crashed her Fiat Multipla into two Italian Police officers. Apparently, the two police officers were supposedly to escort the reality flop, Snookie - through the city - and pressumably to be discarded from the city...
According to the gleeful police spokesman Florence:
"It was nothing serious and they have been released, but they will not be back at work for a week," presumably, when the shooting of Jersey Shore's fourth season cease's to exist - such the music videos on Mtv...
Florrie' Florence also prattles that the two officers have 90 days to file a lawsuit - ineffectively the legal system would be absent on the court set date. We said it, for your amuse'...
Alas, roads in Italy are finally safe now that Snooki has been stripped from her drivers licence - not that she could ever have seen beyond the dashboard due to her 140cm shoelace length- including a funnel rivited to her achondroplasia neck - an ornamental lamppost. Or a pug with a surgical collar, which ever your preference...
The two officers escaped with minor whiplash injuries though they probably begged and pleaded for major fiendish injuiries - to the extreme where self-mutilation's an option...
To the point where they obtusely hallucinate and start shouting, 'transform us into a car - we'll take civil action - within 90days we'll fender bender the entire force' - whatever it takes to keep them off duty whilst Snooki continues to pull the plug on our humor with her fully throtlled irritation...
Hand this dwarf a trike please, eh?..
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