Don't shoot shoot shoot that fug at me.
Oh, I mean this: Thank you, Bushra! I'm serious. This blog helps fill the void left by my gay menfriend who've either moved away to work other places like Disney World, or we've been fired away from each other in an unfortunate series of career events. I could've sworn this was written by a gay man, but upon closer inspection I think it's fueled by the hate of two women together.
So fug my Star magazine up the ole Paris Hilton with a Hummer. Go Fug Yourself is succinctly more fun. Yeah. I said "succinctly", you dirty shoe-whorin', bow-tyin', soiree-plannin' thing, you. With your fat sushi-barfin' cow friends like Mary-Kate. Me-fuggin-yeow.