Tuesday, April 19, 2011

The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills


I collect lingerie. It's like candy.
I can't breathe though.

When Saturday hits, I get all excited.
You little sex monster, give me a kiss.

Can you hear me? Her reality and my reality
are two very different things.

We're not supposed to be good.
We're supposed to be really, really bad,

in a controlled setting.
Can you hear me now?

It's hard for me to forgive people anyways.
Those kind of people I don't understand.

Roughhousing is just a part of growing up.
The love they have after they die is stronger

than anything we can imagine.
Can you hear me? Is that better?

The Camille cocktail was like a bowl
of soup. Cheers.

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