

It's not easy being a poor little rich girl.
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She never gives up, does she? Every time I see one of Meghan's twits, all of the proletarian rage that hovered in my chest cavity while I was putting myself through university washing other peoples' dishes and typing other peoples' papers wells up all over again.
I just want to slap her.
Posted by: Mrs. Tarquin Biscuitbarrel | August 09, 2009 at 12:45 PM
Money ≠ class.
Posted by: watertiger | August 09, 2009 at 12:54 PM
Meghan ≠ smart.
Posted by: twolf1 | August 09, 2009 at 01:08 PM
Purple walls and snakeskin tables? Is she going for the Nevada bordello look?
Posted by: George Johnston | August 09, 2009 at 01:23 PM
mcmeghan we have to paypal me $100 each twit to read ANYTHING HER BLOND LITTLE HEAD spouts.
Posted by: pansypoo | August 09, 2009 at 01:27 PM
C'mon, give'r a break.
Her brother's coming over. Man, that's going to be cool.
Furniture all cool, Indigo snake interior all cool, Baptist church thing all taken care of...
Gone be cool
Posted by: wa ching | August 09, 2009 at 01:39 PM
I hope Marie Antotwit enjoys her slouch to the scaffold.
Posted by: HarpoSnarx | August 09, 2009 at 01:59 PM
Look on the bright side.
When the desperate GOP decides to push her into running for office, because two rock lizards and Jon Cornyn are their only other options, there'll be that whole lovely TWIT archive to mine.
Posted by: flory | August 09, 2009 at 02:07 PM
My evil inner Bot Scout so wants to take a large fetid shit in her gold plated mess kit.
Posted by: Capt. Bat Guano | August 09, 2009 at 02:53 PM
Rent a flat above a shop, cut your hair and get a job.
Smoke some fags and play some pool, pretend you never went to school.
But still you'll never get it right, cos when you're laid in bed at night,
Watching roaches climb the wall, if you call your Dad he could stop it all....
Posted by: JeffCO | August 09, 2009 at 05:14 PM
Didn't Daddy tell you about holidays in Cambodia, Meghan?
;>)
Posted by: darkblack | August 09, 2009 at 05:28 PM
Well she earned it didn't she? She is paying for it all by herself right? After all, she is a college grad and works...uh, where?
Posted by: moistenedbink | August 09, 2009 at 06:11 PM
Wonder: is there air on her planet?
Posted by: raceynora | August 09, 2009 at 07:26 PM
Oooh Meghan, you're such a rebel.
God bless her. (She tries so hard.)
Posted by: doris ziffel | August 09, 2009 at 08:19 PM
Megs, what color is the sky in your world?
I wonder if her mother turned to painkillers to help tune Megs out. I know she claimed it was because of a bad back or something but the Megs angle might have some truth to it.
Just sayin...
Posted by: Pursang | August 09, 2009 at 08:57 PM
sigh. guillotines. don't may be dream.
ooh! we can put them in the FEMA camps!
Posted by: pansypoo | August 09, 2009 at 10:00 PM
"Wonder: is there air on her planet?"
Nope. It's all in her head.
Posted by: Gindy51 | August 10, 2009 at 08:37 AM
Hey! I found Megs a toilet!
http://craftastrophe.net/2009/08/stick-plain-white-boring-toilet/
Posted by: donna | August 10, 2009 at 09:33 PM