RIP, Bea
(If any of the Pussycat Dolls are reading, I'd just like to point out that it really should be "Don't cha wish your girlfriend were hot like me?" Really, good grammar costs nothing.)
Staring at the Web,
I'm lost in my reflection.
'Net narcissism.
My own little corner of self-worship.
(If any of the Pussycat Dolls are reading, I'd just like to point out that it really should be "Don't cha wish your girlfriend were hot like me?" Really, good grammar costs nothing.)
Labels: Bea Arthur
1 comment:
Maude rocked.
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