So today in my crazy life, I met JOE SIMPSON. Dear little Jessica Simpson's dad. We've officially made it a public affair.
Although he refused to shake my hand, I'll blame the preacher's uncouthness on my blue hair.
Also, note to Joe, instead of insisting that Ashlee get a nose job you might want to take care of the tire around your waist.
Tuesday, November 14, 2006
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Nose. Job.
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