Tara Reid counted down from 100 on New Year's Eve... kind of. She misses 29 and then it's all downhill from there.
"20, 9, 8, 5, 14, 13, 12, 11... "
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- Clothes Hider
- Saving the world, one octopus at a time.
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- HAPPY belated NEW YEAR!
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- Expecting her to fall out of her chair any second.
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- I look like I drive a minivan.
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- Still trying to figure it out...
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- Another reason to dislike cats.
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1 comment:
I can just see the conversation with her agent the next morning:
Tara: How was I, boss?
Agent: Next year let's just work on going from 10 to 1. Okay? And lay off the alcohol . . .
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