Monday, August 10, 2009

Paris better watch herself.

It's not enough that you were already one of the all-time most irritating people ever.  The baby voice alone made me cringe.  But really, bitch, now you're biting *my* style?  Really?  The last thing I need is some celebu-slag running around talking like me.  This isn't the first time, but I let it go before. I mean, imitation is the sincerest form of flattery.  I'm over that shit, tho, now you're just annoying.  If I were you, I'd stop parroting me cuz I'm totally gonna start saying really uncool, awkward and flat out weird things.  Your stock will plummett.  Don't eff with me, Paris, I am so cereal.

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