To: cubreporter
Here I come...look at me, look at my gown...look at my hair...look at my jewels that were BORROWED...look at my shoes..look at my beautiful skin...got it at Botox...look at the limo I came in...don't I look beautiful? Look at how low my dress is in the back and front? Daring isn't it? Look at how much I have exposed of myself. Look at how we pump each other up. Look at how I stand on the red carpet and let the dufus's in the press photograph me. I am turning now...look at my back and my sides and my front...ooops, sometimes I slip out of my front...tee hee, it's sooo cute isn't it? Like I left the house not knowing that I could slip out of my dress anytime but...that's who I am. Look at me, look at me and oh yes, don't forget to look at me. ROFLMAO!
Is that your way of saying that watching the Oscars is like watching the Ass-kissing Awards at a narcissist convention?
(grin)
47 posted on
03/06/2006 9:32:56 AM PST by
MamaTexan
(I am NOT a 'legal entity', nor am I a *person* as created by law.)
To: MamaTexan
That's about it. :) Glad you enjoyed that. To me it says it all...it's how they are and they will never change.
61 posted on
03/06/2006 1:55:14 PM PST by
cubreporter
(I trust Rush. He has done more for this country than any of us will ever know. Go Rush!)
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