5 minutes in: Bikini calendar photoshoot. Thank you, MTV, my expectations have been set.
7 minutes in: Incoherent, abusive heated conversation with drunk mother.
(I'm waiting to see what we get in the next few minutes to achieve the MTV white-trash trifecta)
Uh. Whups. There ya go. The boyfriend suggested a dj booth in the living room.
Audrina is house-shopping ...
"Voyeur shower"? I have no words (OK, except maybe "I want")
Audrina is concerned about privacy.
I'm sorry, doll, I can't hear you ...
I'm distracted by the vision of your hoo-hoo that's burned in my brain.
~
7 minutes in: Incoherent, abusive heated conversation with drunk mother.
(I'm waiting to see what we get in the next few minutes to achieve the MTV white-trash trifecta)
Uh. Whups. There ya go. The boyfriend suggested a dj booth in the living room.
Audrina is house-shopping ...
"Voyeur shower"? I have no words (OK, except maybe "I want")
Audrina is concerned about privacy.
I'm sorry, doll, I can't hear you ...
I'm distracted by the vision of your hoo-hoo that's burned in my brain.
~
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