Vogue. Staring Maudonna.

Recently I had my first photo shoot. Something about Christmas Cards..Who knows, she's fucking crazy, that one with the camera. Always taking pictures. Pyscho.

But who cares, she fed me treats non stop for like an hour straight.

Some highlights:




We started out with the 2 different neck adornments. Fucking McKenzie kept getting in the shot, and those damn things were hot. I don't really like to sweat..It makes me chaff.







So we moved outside for some air and I thought a shot in my THROWN would make a good shot. Again, dumb bitch gets in the way. Finally the one with the camera put her in the bathroom. HAHA. Take that you stupid Paris Hilton wannabe. BTW I had a date with Tinkerbell and she told me that Paris told her to tell me to tell you to fuck off.





This is my "come hither" look. That's how I bag all my dates. I gave this foxy look to Mischa Bartons mut and that little humdinnger was putty in my hands. He won't stop calling me now. Pyscho. This photo got my vote for the Card, but I think she wants something less saucy.





This is my serious "Im a model" look. You know you can't resist. I'm pretty good looking for an overweight rich bastard, don't you think? I'm like Gianni Versace, except I'm not exclusively Gay. I'll make everyone happy. And dude, please don't shoot me. Fucking Psycho's.







At this point I'm just bored. Seriously, the one with the camera had taken like 872 fucking pictures. I was seeing some serious spots and my little tummy was hurting from so many treats.

I'm bored now, with this post, and you. Liven up a little jerk-off. Jeez. People. Pyscho's.

I guess this where I say Happy Fucking Holidays you fucks!