Tuesday, September 05, 2006

Dear Hollywood High

Starlets, meet Scarlett. She'll be prettier than you no matter how much plastic surgery you undergo, and she'll get parts over you no matter how many producers you screw.

Why she sleeps with a man with one long eyebrow when she could sit on a shelf at my house is beyond me. I mean, I'd feed her and stuff. I'd brush her hair. The masking tape is just so she doesn't call the police. Again.

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