How does no one tell a gal who's going to be photographed a trillion times that there is powder all over her face?
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Three girls from the midwest whose pop culture genius was missing its audience.
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- If you could invite any person to dinner...
- The Reverend Strikes Again!
- Stars make everything look easy
- Haven't we been here before?
- Everybody loses!
- Merry Christmas!
- Ronald springs from your head like Athena from the...
- What the Flagnog!
- The obligatory sink-under-the-bathwater scene
- Umm...OK: The holiday PSA
- There's a little something...
- Those crazy Brits!
- A Climb ends in a tumble
- Clothes call
- What the what!
- Talk about "crazy" in love!
- Alex Ebert: Compare and Contrast!
- Just in time for the holidays...
- Dwangela Gothic
- 'Tis the Season
- Happy Birthday That Girl!!
- Wish lists with Mick
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1 comment:
Well, Alli, when the powder sugar donut calls, you don't resist.
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