Monday, May 14, 2007

Allie, Brit Brit's Cousin





I don't remember you from Brit's early days. Are you like a blood cousin, or like mom's best friend's daughter kind of cousin? OR are you really her personal assistant to whom she refers to as "cousin" because the bitch is so whacked out these days she also thinks that Sean Preston is the traveling gnome from the Travelocity ads?

I mean at first glance, this looks like a scene from "Melanie and Mickie" a Lifetime movie about a 20 year-old who has to care for her younger mentally challenged sister after their parents die in a car crash.

Regardless Allie, you're doing your thing. You're keeping her pants on (what little she may wear), the wig and hat in place, and you look fairly normal. As if you shop in the Gap normal. Any chance you can pour the juice from a can of tuna all over her entire wardrobe then set afire, and maybe have to loan her some of your clothes while she fills out the insurance paper work?
No?

Yeah you're probably right, she does like the smell of tuna juice.

Well best of luck. You probably need it. I mean she's like fucking crazy right?