Do you know any good constipation cure?
Sure, here it is my sure panacea for constipation. Mix three parts of champagne, two parts of lemonade and some sesame oil. Put this brew on your legs and your tongue.
Could you deny the buzz about your involvement in the flimsy affair of Sasquatch DNA samples?
Thou, artless clapper-clawed maggot-pie! How do you dare?
Bonnie, do you like squirrels?
I'll say not!
Why you do not like squirrels, if I may ask?
To be honest, they reek! And one squirrel bite my cousin in his privy parts. That was one of the motives I become an actress, so I should probably rethink my position on squirrels.
Bonnie, you are well known for your bizarre requests when staying in hotels. Is it true? Could you explain us why and maybe make an example of something you usually ask?
I can't survive without Thai roses or a pepperoni pizza delivered every three hours to my suite.
Bonnie, some witnesses have seen you in a compromising setting with a celebrity whose name and whose gender I'm not at liberty to expose. Do you care to comment?
Do you mean G.E.? It's an absolutely inoffensive thing. I deny any other such "situation", expecially one with Z.X...
I may have a picture.
Well, the photo has probably appeared spontaneously...
Spontaneously? I do not understand.
Yes, some wandering photons spontaneously concocted an utterly random photo in which you mistakenly spotted me. For example, given the right conditions, your dear one or your dog could "spontaneously" take fire. Capisce?
Now that I look it under a better light, the picture is quite non-real...
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