Group therapy in a blog.
Blaire’s Latest Brilliance
From she who brought you MarryBlaire in a search for her husband-to-be:
The “Do You Know My Husband” t-shirt.…available in the figure-embracing and realistic body image-promoting sizes of small and medium.
Wanna create a knockoff and sell it out of a garbage bag on a folding table near Times Square? Not so fast…they’re trademarked.
The mind boggles at the really funny sayings woman could adorn their boobs and tuchases with. As some as I think of some, I’ll let you know.
More entertaining were the ads on that web site:
1. Blow job class (only 10 spots left).
2. Lap dance lessons.
3. Beer tasting.
4. The standing goddess strip tease.
Doesn’t sound like they’re aiming for the Bergdorf crowd. Or maybe they are?
Copyright infringement is the last thing Blaire should complain about. She hasn’t had an original idea of her own since she launched that blog.
See the 40 or so comments our blog’s readers have left about the enterprising Miss Allison and “the shirt.”
http://moxieblog.typepad.com
Opps…here’s the direct link to the post about her shirt:
http://moxieblog.typepad.com/moxieblog/2005/11/no_words.html
Have to agree with Moxie that the best thing Blaire can do for herself is move to a different state and change her name.
That girl made her own over-hyped bed and now she has to sleep in it….alone. I don’t believe for a moment that this new boy exists. If he does, he’s been sucked into the vacuous hole of Blaire’s world where people are merely plot points for her soon to never be published memoir.
She’s so self-absorbed and vapid it’s no wonder she’s alone.