bill-swift - March 2, 2011
Today, I am one proud poppa. We sent stoner intern Ben Payne into the field and ordered him to find Billionaire Barbie, wherever she may lay (it might be 'lie', or, with Paris, 'laid'). After clearing his Toro with one mighty inhale, Ben trekked out into the field after the hotel chain heiress. Eureka! Through his Purple Urkle induced haze, Ben leaped out in front of bleached blonde blockhead and snap, snap, snap -- pristine, comely, Billionaire Barbie pictures fresh from The Grove. I couldn't be prouder if Ben were my own lazy blazing son. Enjoy.
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