a compilation of slogans spouted [originally and regularly] by either Megin or Rebecca.

• You’re subtle…like an enema.
• Hot dogs are no kind of prize.
• I won’t lie, I wrote a poem about it.
• It could be worse, you could be on fire.
• It’s like a kiss from mom, chicken is.
• Milk, it’s better than Patrick Swayze.
• It’s just not a party without Amanda Peet.
• Willem Dafoe: dogs don’t know it’s not Lauren Hutton.
• Feelin’ Fetal!

It seems to be real and just goes to show you there are no original ideas.

It seems Angelina Jolie has decided that from here on out she’s going be fully clothed in all of her movies. No more skimpy, skin-baring outfits for her. Why? Because she’s a mother now and she wants to set a good example.

She’s a mother NOW?? Hasn’t she been a mother for years? WTF is Maddox? Some kind of accessory? Was he merely a way to inflate her sense of pride so that it matched her lips and tits?

What a stupid twat. She’s really the pitts.

What looks like semen and smells like orange sherbet?

My shampoo. And I stress the “eeew” part of shampoo.