Friday, April 22, 2011

The Real Housewives of New York


We all love our gays in New York.

Who has sex in bed?
I have a huge ribcage.
That's the problem.

Nobody drinks at lunch anymore. It's so boring.

My dress came undone again.
I want to find my husband.

We're talking about me now.
We're embarrassing ourselves.

What's Paradise Island?
Why am I drinking soda?
I'm really, literally, am nauseous.

The guest room must be a busy place.

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