Apparently Tara Reid wasn't a very good girl this year because she woke up on Christmas morning and the only thing waiting for her was a pile of her own vomit. She then kicked the jolly white-bearded guy out of her bed. Fucking Imposter! Poor Tara. :(
Things without bellybuttons have bugged me since I was a kid. True story: I made my mom sew a bellybutton on my teddybear Puh-Puh (who I still have today)
So like my mom hooked up Puh-Puh, I'm going to hook up Tara. Except unlike my mom, I'm not very good at sewing. But I do have a leftover sliced Greek olive from lunch and in the spirit of the season, I'd like to give it to our girl.
Party on Tara! :)
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