I need some hits
So I was talking with my close personal friend Britney Spears about the Winter Olympics figure skating results. She said she thought the whole thing was a bigger embarrassment than the Enron mess, and wondered out loud if Osama Bin Laden or Dick Cheney had anything to do with it. She was writing about it on her weblog, which she maintains on her new flat-screen Apple iMac. Then she had to take off, as she had a Pepsi commercial to shoot and then she had to meet her boyfriend Justin Timberlake, who was still trying to convince George Lucas to keep in his performance in “Star Wars Episode II: Attack of the Clones.”
Bratney Spamms ,the perfect answer to the promise of the internet: both are remedial functions in search of a reason to exist.Actually it’s overwhelmingly clear that she belongs in the new Lucas film as one of the clones. Who else appeals to frisky puerile puppies while exhibiting the freshness of thirty-something mug who’s been around too many truck stops or lost her first four to Child Protective Care Services while on food stamps. She’s got six seconds left on her ‘fame’ticket.Her fans, when they learn to read, should simply refrain that wonderful sentiment she gives her beaux from time to time — ‘Oh, shut up.’
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