She hideousified herself. And I am not a shallow person. She's just ugly in every way she seems to present herself.
"Oh, good. After all, I can rub my stomach and pat my head at the same time, and I can do it with my eyes closed while whistling 'The Entertainer.' That's rhythm for you."
~ Snaps, proving that White Boys CAN have rhythm
Ugh. The day she started hanging out with Paris Hilton...
"Oh, good. After all, I can rub my stomach and pat my head at the same time, and I can do it with my eyes closed while whistling 'The Entertainer.' That's rhythm for you."
~ Snaps, proving that White Boys CAN have rhythm
However, her friend, Nicole Richie, actually seems to have more of a brain than I first thought she did.
"Oh, good. After all, I can rub my stomach and pat my head at the same time, and I can do it with my eyes closed while whistling 'The Entertainer.' That's rhythm for you."
~ Snaps, proving that White Boys CAN have rhythm
But at least she had the sense to get sick of Paris.
"Oh, good. After all, I can rub my stomach and pat my head at the same time, and I can do it with my eyes closed while whistling 'The Entertainer.' That's rhythm for you."
~ Snaps, proving that White Boys CAN have rhythm
"Oh, good. After all, I can rub my stomach and pat my head at the same time, and I can do it with my eyes closed while whistling 'The Entertainer.' That's rhythm for you."
~ Snaps, proving that White Boys CAN have rhythm
"Oh, good. After all, I can rub my stomach and pat my head at the same time, and I can do it with my eyes closed while whistling 'The Entertainer.' That's rhythm for you."
~ Snaps, proving that White Boys CAN have rhythm
I have these scary flying beetle things in my house, and they're freaking me out! I hear a little snapping noise, and it's them landing on the floor. Or the desk. And one landed on my chest last night. Holy crap, I jumped out of skin! It's not like they're everywhere, but there were at least 4. And now I think there's one in the window. Help! *hides*
"Oh, good. After all, I can rub my stomach and pat my head at the same time, and I can do it with my eyes closed while whistling 'The Entertainer.' That's rhythm for you."
~ Snaps, proving that White Boys CAN have rhythm
*cringes* I'm sitting here with my sister's sneaker. I can't find the fly swatter, and I don't want them on my shoes, ick. And they're BIG beetles, too!
I usually get my brother to kill bugs for me. I'm a wimp.
"Oh, good. After all, I can rub my stomach and pat my head at the same time, and I can do it with my eyes closed while whistling 'The Entertainer.' That's rhythm for you."
~ Snaps, proving that White Boys CAN have rhythm