You hate the sex scenes? Those were my favorite.
Red ink means bad. Bad. Bad.
First off his name is Marvin. And he works in a sewer. I’m tired of people thinking things.
I changed the sex scene. Now the girl makes an ass of herself and the guy leaves.
That’s just what I do. I’m the girl who takes off her clothes and sleeps with guys.
You’re the first guy to notice me for something other than getting photographed in underwear or videotaping threesomes.
Like “I hate it but there’s a story in there somewhere” good?
A relationship is a relationship.
Administrative work is for fatties. And you are not a fatty. You are a plus size model.
I stripped naked and that boy didn’t even flinch. He is clearly so in love with you.
You should be wearing C.O.B. not M.E.
Parties seem so lame-tarded. Same people, same paparazzi, same porn.
I like just hanging and working with Julian on things people take seriously other than my tight ass.
O.M.Gucci. Score me some of what you’ve been taking you skinny bitch. You totally look better than me in that. Take it off.
Says the boy. Not that you’re the boy. Just a boy, who doesn’t get that some sad girl with bad hair doesn’t want to spend money on some movie where the girl doesn’t get the boy. It’s not American.
I know, I just reread the script and it totally sucks dust. The main character is just white noise. She needs like a crack habit or a brother with cancer. Something Oscar worthy.
Josh, let me be very clear with me. If I feel anything brushing up against me under those sheets, you will remember the pain that I inflict on "IT" for the rest of your life.
If you say raw meat, I will tear out your tonsils, tie off your wiener bag and castrate you like a bull.
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