Where Miss Snark vented her wrath on the hapless world of writers and crushed them to sand beneath her T.Rexual heels of stiletto snark. The blog is dark--no further updates after 5/20/2007.
I don't get it.
Lucky you, Miss Snark!Enjoy.
You have got to be kidding, Miss Snark! Blek! Where's his sword? Where's the Orcs? Oh, Viggo, this lady needs help.
I see Miss Snark took a side trip to the salon on the way to the dance. Nice do.I wonder if George burps or farts? Oops, did I just say that out loud?
From the ER to the salon in a single bound...how DOES she do it? :)
I dont buy it. Miss Snark has never suffered a Blonde Moment in her life!GC is just about to dump this bimbo.. he's actually smiling at MS who lingers just off camera!
Ha! I knew you were a blonde!Glad you're, ahem, feeling better now.
Dear Miss Snark,Please don't post too much of our personal life on your blog.We wouldn't want those other pictures of you feeding me grapes to be seen by the masses.My driver Brad will be by to pick you up in twenty minutes. Yours,George
Miss Snark...stop changing your hair color or it's going to all fall out at the roots...LOL!On second thought...maybe that's better than needing to set it on fire!
I tried to wear a dress like that once, but my boobs fell out the sides.
Believe me, I want to jump Mr. Clooney's bones as much as the next red-blooded hetero female, but I must ask, isn't it getting a little excessive? Like Toblerone chocolate and perfect martinis, Mr. Clooney is a specimen best enjoyed in moderation.
Will you stop feeding your fantasies on your blog? You are here to cut the masses to pieces, instil a modicum of common sense and give us an insight to the working mind of an agent.You are not here to demonstrate your sad desires for a faded, over rated movie star, to show us that you are human and may actually share basic human failings like starstruck-itis or to raise the drool factor amongst your female (and possibly some of your male)admirers.Sheesh! GC how sad! No wonder good, sensible, gentle, loving, caring, sweet, adoring agents are hard to come by. :)
M. G. Tarquini, there's a word for that, the sboob (side-boob). It's from the original Latin as referenced by Julius Caesar; Omnes Galia est divis in partes sboob...
sboobhee hee heethat's why God invented double-sided tape, isn't it?
Unpretentious, You telling me Julius Caesar was a member of The Crew Cuts?Sboob sboob Ya-da-da Da-da-da Da-da-da DaSboob sboob Ya-da-da Da-da-da Da-da-da DaSboob sboob Ya-da-da Da-da-da Da-da-da Da, sboob.That's Latin, ain't it?
I have it on good authority (which means I totally made it up) that the pernicious snark, a type of Sidhe (pronounced Shee) being, can change her hair colour at will.That probably explains a lot about Miss Snark.
Tattleheld, are you attempting to commit comedy? I sure hope so, because all it takes is a quick glance at the title of this blog to determine that you are in no position to use the words "You are here to ..." and "You are not here to ..." when addressing the divine Miss S.
Excessive?No, there can never be enough of a handsome many. Can never be enough kisses, hugs, stares, squeezes and sex from a man like George, who also comes with the bonus of never hitting you up for ten bucks because "I left my wallet on the dresser."
I have to tell you, when I saw that cover, my first thought was of you. I don't want to know what that says about me.
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