OK, so that's Condi earlier today with Prince Saud, and...
Um, can we talk? Listen, Condi is totally boring lately. I am officially disgruntled. Sure, we had some fun with the Ferragamo shoe fiasco and everything, but it was a dull flare in an even duller environment. C'mon, honey, do something! Please!
Plus, I really am distracted by that tinfoil siren of the morning news, the Chenbot. Look, here she is now:
Now that is truly a marvel of modern engineering. The skin, in particular, looks practically real! Here she is this past Sunday at the Emmys:
I bet she's so mad at whoever spilled that bleach down the front of her dress! But, seriously, check her out: she married the boss! That's one talented cyborg. She just went ahead and clawed her way to Les Moonves and then married him! Condi wishes she could get away with that!
See what I mean? She totally wants some of that.
OK, wait... where was I?
2 comments:
petey, do you need me to bring you your meds?
I think Princess is feeling a tad confined by the day to day humdrum of covering Condi's do. Don't let it get you down, bunky! Personally I think Condi is on to this wonderful pink blog, and has been fitted with a custom vinyl headpiece that never changes shape, just to confound the important work Sparklepony is doing here, and drive her to desperate and unseemly measures like covering newscritters. Don't go down that path, dear Pony! At least not all the way!
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