Big Brother...
It's the final Big Brother tonight. A guilty pleasure. A cheesy drug I take every Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday. I woke up excited this morning just thinking about all the evil back stabbing, gossiping and cattiness that would be on TV tonight (a little saddened without Janelle there, I might add...)
I'm sick, aren't I?
Ooooo... 10:00 can't come fast enough.
2 comments:
I don't know, dearest. I don't know.
Why does the Funky Pickle never put pickles on their pizzas? I was totally ripped off when I realised they were just using 'pickle' because it's a funny word. I say this knowing that you don't like pickles, Shoes.
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