Posted by Missy Proctor, WB '03 
What a fucking ripoff. I bought this book looking for tips on being the next Paris Hilton and instead it is all this East Coast shit about liberal guilt. I mean, Jesus, don't these people ever get to Dallas? I can't complain, though, the book came with a free set of panties. What a hoot! My just-so-illegal cabana boy is drooling. Class privilege means using anyone I want to use, and Daddy fixing it for me afterwards. I gave the book to Jesus to help him learn English and docked his pay for the $24.95, so I guess I broke even, except for the time wasted.
Missy, Missy, Missy. You need boundaries, young lady.
Posted by: Debbie | July 06, 2007 at 08:55 AM