Here is my prayer:
“Oh Baby Jesus, we pray for all the people of Haiti. Please help them in their time of need. But please also help this misguided soul attempting to profit from their pain by slapping “prayers for Haiti” on a stupid bear and selling it. We know she’s probably just as clueless today as she was in 2005 when she bought that Aladdin T-shirt. I’m sure she didn’t know it was made by women working 12-16 hour shifts 7 days a week for 28 cents an hour in a Disney run sweatshop. We know even if she did she probably didn’t have given a shit like most other people. We can only hope and pray she now realizes how she too is also exploiting these poor people and has an epiphany of Christlike compassion. We hope she takes any L$ she makes from these bears and gives it TIMES ONE HUNDRED to a charity that is working to help these people rather than profit from them and atones for her sins. Amen. “
“P.S. When Pat Robertson dies, please smack him for me. Thank you. “
Good. Out of the door. Line on the left. One cross each…
It is this sort of advertising that leads to a distorted body image in convicted fellons. How are rapists and murders supposed to feel good about themsleves when this is how they think society believes they should look? Being someone’s bitch is hard enough without always having that aching feeling in your heart your cellmate wishes you looked like a supermodel.
Paris wasn’t always the best at picking poses suited for photography. I mean, I can think of a few freebie beds that have poses that fit her too. Now if Paris herself had a show/hide function *THAT* would be something I would pay $50 for.
I always thought these jackets were a bit on the goofy side, but this one takes the cake. WTF is with that pocket in the back? How the hell are you supposed to reach back there and get anything? On top of that it has a buckle?!? I do admit it gives you a handy dandy place to withdraw your rolled up tube-o-porn like a magic sword of dorkness that proclaims… “I AM the KING of the LOSERS.”
If that’s a kimono I crap chocolate cupcakes.