This is How Hobgoblins Grieve
Tags: Casey Johnson, paparazzi, Tila Tequila
Tila Tequila is distraught, y’all. She’s in mourning. She’s so heartbroken over the death of Casey Johnson that she can’t even get out of bed in the morning. Unless there are paparazzi around (because she called them) and then she gets all dolled up in some brand new shoes and booty shorts, spackles on enough makeup for eight municipal beauty pageants, sticks a flower in her hair and makes sure her cartoonishly enormous chesticles are busting the hell out of her top. Then she climbs into a goddamn tree and smiles like she just won the lottery. Because she’s SO SAD, you see. And also because her idea of winning the lottery is whenever anyone pays attention to her for five consecutive seconds.


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blergh
It should have been this fugly waste of space that died and not Casey.
Jan 8th, 2010
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