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Hire me as On-the-road-cuddler-in-chief. Work cheap, have a strong stomach, don't snore, sex is negotiable.

yo Megs, we're supposed to believe that you haven't been spooning with whoever is left at the end of the night in the hotel bar?

How about a cuttlefish?

dammit. i read a bit of that.

Geezus, Megatons, don't you know any bar will be glad to have ya? You take take your pick of the crop. And as we know you loooove bikers, there's gotta be hundreds of greasy tatted fat sick hog-riders who'd love splooging all over your store-bought titties and bottle blonde hair.

in other words "me so horrrny"

Cuddle..? Keee-rist. Reading her tweets is torture enough.

Oh, they'll marry her dimpled butt off to some third generation tobacco trash before you can say Jenna Bush. He'll probably cuddle her. Whether he'll stick it in is best left to the bookies.

no wonder the rich don't let their idiot progeny out in public without drool training and the surgery to remove those embarrassing little grot clusters.

dayam, we are one jaded bunch... :~)

Here's the story... of a stupid lady... who was showing off her big fat tits on twitter...


The jaded bunch! The jaded bunch! That's the way... we became the jaded bunch!

LOL donna! full-on split-level snark...

Translation: Being just another dim-witted trust fund asshole is hard.

don't miss the re-runs of The ParTwitch Family

Come-on ... isn't anybody going to make a comment about Ross Douthat and his brush with ED?

Even with your millions Megs, you'll still have to double bag to get some cuddle action.

I'm sure she meant "couple with me."

There's gotta be tons of blind, deaf, and tasteless drunken louts available nightly . . . ..

what's the difference between being on the road and traveling? oh, i see, you're not actually lying in the road, you're just redundant and stupid.

and you love hotel rooms. holy christ.

yo Megs, we're supposed to believe that you haven't been spooning with whoever is left at the end of the night in the hotel bar?

I think the only thing she's spooning most nights is the third room service hot fudge sundae.

I just want to punch her for being a giant, ignorant waste of a lot of money. Sickening.

I'm sure with her expense account and her future inheritance there are plenty of people willing to cuddle with her. She's not trying very hard.

what'll befuddle the cuddle puddle? Malcolm in the muddle?

maybe if she'd get a real job and stay in one place for more than 5 minutes she'd be able to find someone who wouldn't mind cuddling up with her and her money.

who in the hell would hire her?

Paris liked to cuddle as well.

Heysoos phreakin christos the girl can't get laid on yer own?

Fuckin just PAY for it bitch.

Or have your father pay for it.

Once again, I believe WT nailed it right off the bat: M&M's narcissistic tendencies should be sufficient. An ego that big ought to be her ultimate cuddle-mate, as it's all about her anyway.

Since she can't find a cuddler, there should be a hand-held shower nozzle in the finer hotels. That and a sixpack of Mama's Bud Light should help her through the night.

why do i picture a bottle of gin as her usual cuddle?

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