Wednesday, August 19, 2009


Black Dress: "I do not accept your new nose job, Helen. In that, there is no nose left. I also do not accept that you used MY plastic surgeon. My glove is now off. I challenge you to a duel, beotch."

Green Dress: "Shh, don't bother me while I'm practicing being Marilyn. I think the plastic surgeon did a fabulous job, you wench. And furthermore, I would duel with you, but my entire body has been Botoxed and I'm afraid I can't move. If I'm still here in a week, call an ambulance."

Black: "Yeaaah...I probably won't."


Lisa @ the Vintage Fashion Library said...

I laughed loud enough to wake hubby up at that one. Kim, you are all kind of crazy, but I love you for it.

Kim@ The Girl Can't Help It said...

Right back at ya, Lis!