Seriously, is her mouth locked that way?
pretty sure it unhinges like a rattlesnake.
She’s yawning. She even bores herself.
Oh my goodness! What do these letters mean?
Ummm… that’s your name.
(BTW, is the anti bacterial gel for her or the people on line? Can you get herpes and gonorrhea via books?)
My thoughts exactly…everyone in line slathers their hands in that crap after she hands their book back.
Only in America can you whore your way to the top and people just think you’re the shit.
No, that happens in other countries too.
Case in point: Katie Price
Interesting. I would have assumed she signed her name with either an “X” or a boob print.
“Ha! Words. How the fuck do they work?”
Fuckin’ magnets, how do they work?
“Kendra: A memoir of ditching an old limp dick and making a new turgid life”
The title of her book is “Life Is Like A Box Of Chocolates?” because you know, some chocolates are really old and limp and others come right in your mouth.
If her mouth folds open like that fucked up finger, I’m in.
Desperate, fading fast and self respect long gone, the book industry publishes another biography.
OH LOOK!! I canz wriyte my nayme!!! HEHEHE!
Nyeeaahhh-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha. I just scribbled on someone’s book.
“And who’s book would you like me to sign? OMYGAWD! It’s MINE! Hand on hon, lemme just grab some Purell first…”
I must have synesthesia because I can hear her annoying laugh while looking at this picture of kendra
“SCREEEE! There’s my name! Twice! And now there it is THREE times!”
She probably has no idea how it begins or ends. And is clueless about the shit in the middle, too.
“Another one that’s all sticky? Good thing I brought hand sanitizer this time.”
“Ha-ha, hey, this book has my name in it!” “Ha-ha, hey, this book has my name in it!”
Hey, Where are all the pictures and I can’t color with just this black crayon.
“Hey, the person that wrote this book as the same name as me! YAY!”
Umm .. what are these, like, curvy line things?
The words in this book are all phooey. When you say them, your lips will make slips and back flips and your tongue may end up in Saint Looey!
“Where are my crayons?” Can’t sign my book without my crayons!!
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