Sweater Monkeys
Hmmm. Something is missing here. But I can't quite put my finger on it. It's tough -- something ought to be in this picture, but it's inexplicably absent. Something important. Crucial, even. What could it be? Hmmm.Oh! Oh! Oh! It's a bra! Rumer: Put on a fucking bra! For God's sake: Never leave your house without strapping on the boulder holder, alright. Those sweater monkeys need to be caged, girl. Put a case on those pillows, hon. Refrigerate the dairy section, lady. You gotta put some sunglasses on those big brown eyes before you go into public, sweetie. Otherwise, you're going to scare the bejesus out of little kids.
On the plus side, those babies do focus attention away from your face.
Sweater monkeys: Large female breats.
Christ. Now we have to endure another talentless child who's parents are celebrities and, who, has no business showing her stupid goddamn face. It's a coming-of age story really: Darling. You're becoming a woman. It's time for you to go out in to the world and show that yes, you have much to offer. You're gonna do just fine, honey. Would I lie to you? Of-course not. Remember that look I showed you? Yeah. The one that looks like you're taking a very fancy shit. Do that. So, there's really only one thing to to then isn't there? The three of us are so proud of you!
Child-of Diehard is a very strange looking person. She has the body of Bruce Willis (including tits) and the face partially of Demi Moore. What gives? What a freak!
I'm sad every time I see a picture of her. She's so desperate for the kind of attention the face that sunk a thousand ships guarantees she won't get. Know thyself, kiddo.
I read this 10 minutes ago and still can't breathe, I'm laughing so hard. Jeebus, she's hideous.