When The Universe Speaks To Me, I Must Answer…Right?
May 22nd, 2009 by Wendie
Guys, I seriously don’t know how I can resist this. It’s like God has sent a Priority Mail message directly to me. Tila Tequila is in Boston this weekend. That’s a lie, actually. She’s not in Boston, she’s in Quincy — an outlying suburb. I’m trying to determine if she’s worth the 45 minute drive and seven dollars worth of gas for me to go confront her. I’m feeling like I need to go to Marina Bay, the club she’s appearing at, and ask her why she’s doing paid appearances since being famous means nothing to her. I don’t know — what do you think?
If I go, I’m totally bringing my Flip so I can videotape this. Now, I must leave you so I can go research just how quickly I can have a t-shirt printed that reads “Dumbass hoe.” Oh, and I’m bringing an actual hoe and a hand mirror with me so I can explain the difference.
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Omg you have to go! Please! :D
OMG! that totally reminds me of when several weeks back I was catching a bus home around rush hour and some girl was talking to a friend on the bus about how she just got back from Tila Tequila’s hous- sounding all important too- it was a monday- she sounded congested and her throuat was hourse- I can only imagine how hard she had been partying- I was fucking sitting next to her douches bitch ass too- I hate prissy self-absorbed superficial bitches!