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just me and my bud-dy.
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"Oh, why listen to me when you can just read what my
adoring fans (whoops, I mean friends) have to say?"
More about Maggie
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Occupation:
faux journalist
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Hobbies and Interests:
I'm interested in why this appears to be Friendster week, and everyone I've ever met has been pestering me to join. Can someone please explain?
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Favorite Books:
Sophie's Choice vs. Goonight, Moon.
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Favorite Movies:
TALK TO HER, Beautiful Girls. Party Girl, and anything else starring Ms.Posey. Beetlejuice.
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Favorite Music:
honky tonk, of course. and hardcore rap. and christian rock. that pretty much covers it.
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Favorite TV Shows:
Six Feet Under, and you're all welcome to watch it at my house, as long as you're not going to talk all the way through it.
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About Me:
Oh, why listen to me when you can just read what my
adoring fans (whoops, I mean friends) have to say?
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Who I Want to Meet:
I want to meet wealthy, enigmatic people (preferrably
with summer houses) who want to discuss plastic
surgery. Well, that's who I want to meet today. And
if you walk out of movies complaining that there
weren't enough 'middle distance shots' or that you
question the 'gender achitecture' of the script Please,
don't go away mad. Just go away.
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she pack that cake away!
But seriously chic yet off-beat with a dash of
irreverent fun only touches her perfectly
exfoliated, moisturized, occassionally
bronzed surface. I hate to say it, but she is
so that "Why doesn't she have a good man
type" So, men, where the hell are you?
Oh that's right, at Chad's house.
FAB, MAD AND TOTALLY BRILLIANT!!!!
LOVE YA MAGS!
was a cute girl in jeans and sneakers. A few
hours later, she bought a new dress, slipped
on some stillettos and dangly earrings, and
she was a maneater. And watch out, 'cause
she can grind the hell out of you on the
dance floor.
carry her bags and apply wart removal
medication to her gnarley feet so she
could wear a pair of heels she
shoplifted from Donna Karan at Ceaser's
Palace. One piece of advice: Never loan
Maggie Bullock money. Pain pills and
Tequila Rose don't mix!!