Brooke Hogan at LAX. (July 8, 2011)
What do you mean no outside food beyond this point?
Yes, so much win!
Sure, but who is the one with the sunglasses?
You can tell that even the dog doesn’t want to belong to Brooke Hogan.
But sir, this isn’t my carry-on. It’s my appetizer.
“Either you get me my first class seat, or I eat your dog. You pick.”
I think that’s the first time I have seen him without the bandanna. He actually has pretty nice hair under there.
“No, this not a pet. You try finding tampons in my size.’
“I am warning you. If you touch my twat you are going to come back with a nub”
No, I’m not here to be felt up. It’s called ‘frottage’.
I’D HIT IT BROTHA!!!!!!!!!!!!
“I know there are no pets allowed, but this is a service animal. He’s my seeing-pie dog.”
Bah zinnnng! Nicely played.
She was going to eat the dog, but that look says she just found her main course.
She has always looked at least 10 years older than she really is, but now it’s up to 15 or 20…
Who’s working better at the 40 year old look Brooke or Lindsay?
Ma’am, when I said “Bitch” I wasn’t refering to… never mind…
She’s just too cheap to take her dog to the vet for an x-ray.
She was bargaining for a TSA search, all agents said “there’s not enough money in the world”
Dude, that’s the smallest phone ever on the guy’s ear.
Which bitch were you refering to?
“What do you Mr Security, you mean I can’t bring my dog on the airplane, full of condoms stuffed with cocaine? Oh you said I need a carrier… Can’t we buy one at the gift shop?”
Gerbils are so yesterday, besides this is a much better fit.
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