Speaking of pee-pee, have you seen that bitch's bidet? What a waste of water. I would never use a bidet and none of my friends would either. Who does she think she is? I'm still taking baths in the water I use to wash my dogs and horses. That selfish, prissy, anti-environment bitch.
Doesn't that bitch know painting is dead? I would never show her "work." It simply does not measure up to my incredible ability based on my incredible experience and incredible knowledge to create my incredible standards of showing art. Art, my life, my passion, my love, my definition of myself. I had a fabulous show in my fabulous gallery recently. The fabulous artist made fabulous "pieces" (work is a very passe term) from fabulous soiled newspaper and fabulous found objects. She transforms garbage into art and provides detailed explanations of their incredible meaning. When you ask that bitch what her "work" means she say's "I don't know" or "I can't remember." What a stupid bitch.
I took this picture at Studio Valentine. Hasn't that bitch heard of minimalism? Of course, she has to have a bust of Thomas Jefferson. And that flower. I asked her what it meant and she said "It's pretty." What a stupid bitch. Anyone can see it's a phallic symbol. Even though most of her art is of women she is obsessed with pee-pees. What a slutty bitch.
Yeah, I was at that party too. What a bitch is right. I didn't even R.S.V.P. her invitation and just showed up. The thing that griped me the most was the glass champagne glasses, linen napkins, and sterling silver. Plastic and paper aren't good enough for her? Who does she think she is? She had to have French champagne. Good old California sparkling wine not good enough? I fixed her good too, that bitch. I went back, helped myself to a bottle of delicious (of course) red wine and drank it all. Fuck her and her lettuce!
I went to a surprise 50th birthday party that bitch STUD VAL threw at Studio Valentine for her husband, Thomas Jefferson. She thinks she's so great just because she's married to Thomas Jefferson. She was wearing a fucking huge diamond horseshoe pin. When I asked her, "Where did you get that pin?" she innocently replied "Oh, it's a family piece." Well, I fixed her good. I said, "Certainly not your family." Boy was she uncomfortable. She, always the fucking perfect hostess said, "Well, have a good time, have some champagne and have some cake." I wouldn't drink that bitch's champagne or eat her cake if she paid me. She had to wear something to show off her figure, tastefully, of course. She looks like the only thing she eats is fucking lettuce. And always sweet, so sweet. What a bitch.
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