Are good-looks and the ability to recognize the latest Alexander Wang handbag
really adequate qualifications for acting like a TOTAL SNOB? I tend to think not. But the girls in the boutique down the street from my apartment clearly disagree. Or maybe it was that she knew it was on
wait-list at Barneys!
But who am I to talk? I impress people with the fact that I can chug four pints of Guinness and still eat a hamburger and fries. With mayonnaise. And, oh, I can spell, and oh, they are giving me a Master's Degree!
Take that, skinny bitches.
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