
my fantastic morning hair
Something nice was written here, but then Sister #1 tried to walk away from the blog and Sister #2 raped the blog and stripped of any dignity. Sister #2 and #3 taunted #1 with rude and obnoxious postings until Sister #1 couldn't stand it anymore and reclaimed her place among the sisters. Sisters--we're stuck with each other.
7 comments:
you stole my haircut!
speaking of pretty pills... mama hill turns 90 in august and is having a big party at the manor. i'm going to get sooo smashed.
congratulations. You're still in the running to be America's next top model.
Oh, AMily. It's not funny and it's not cute. You're such a pretty girl, I wish you'd let me get your haircut. Then we could go to good 'ol May Company and I could buy you a dress and then we go to Red Robin for lunch. You like their chicken fiesta salad, right? Love, Mom.
you look like jonathan richman.
If your hair was cement instead of...well hair, Jay Adams and the rest of the Z-Boys could have revolutionized the world of skating forever...on your hair.
"The Queen is Dead"
Latinos love Morrisey.
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