If this book sells more than 12 copies, I’m taking it as a sign of the apocalypse.
If you want the Cliff’s Notes version, just load up a shotgun with 15 different designer clothing labels, pour in a generous helping of your typical bimbo with a too-high opinion of herself, and fire it at a piece of paper. That’ll pretty much give you the gist of what this vacuous broad is trying to convey.
I took your advice, and I’m now dumber.
If this book sells more than 12 copies, I’m taking it as a sign of the apocalypse.
If you want the Cliff’s Notes version, just load up a shotgun with 15 different designer clothing labels, pour in a generous helping of your typical bimbo with a too-high opinion of herself, and fire it at a piece of paper. That’ll pretty much give you the gist of what this vacuous broad is trying to convey.
Who the fuck cares?