Come on...You know you wanna. Don't bother with this, though.
We all know it's totally not true. No one would evah choose Betty over Wilma. At least, not this Wilma.
The continuing saga of a quack who's gone to the dogs...or cats, as the case may be.
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
It's 3 Months 'Til My Birthday
I'm just sayin'. If you're looking to buy me something, & why wouldn't you, really? I mean....1) I'm covered in awesome sauce & B) I lurve presents & those who buy me presents. Isn't that enough reason to get me this:
or any of the other myriad of fabulouso Wilma-themed wares for purchase at Cafe Press?
Come on...You know you wanna. Don't bother with this, though.
We all know it's totally not true. No one would evah choose Betty over Wilma. At least, not this Wilma.
Come on...You know you wanna. Don't bother with this, though.
We all know it's totally not true. No one would evah choose Betty over Wilma. At least, not this Wilma.
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