Four teenaged girls – two Hiltonclones and two Kardashianclones. Three order the 88 cent something-or-other and the fourth orders a small drink. Not one of them uses the word “Please” (I am pretty sure a rant is coming on that at a later date).
KClone1: You should totally go out with him.
HClone1: He’s so boorring! He has no personality!
My eyes roll into the back of my head.
HClone2: But he’ll take care of you.
HClone1: I don’t want someone to take care of me! I want someone who’s CRAYZEE!
She wants a serial killer? At least she's set her goals really really high.
Wow. You just choked down about eight Charlie Sheen jokes, didn't you?Thanks.