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I am all for Barbs. Lets face it, with all the shit I type, you can take that as "scouts on-her"
no shit, pretty much accross the board. It certainly would feel much better, and most would complain about her one so-called imperfection, but i can say that she has already touched me - and her role in meet the fockers had me finally win a debate about the fact sex and comedy didn't gel. The thought of companionship had me searching for a rabbit to get me sacked. Occasionally cher becomes the beacon for swarming media invaders (was worried I may have been alergic). Not so much harm in there being a little hope cher wouldn't outlive me with all those added preservatives, and bette is exactly that - an eachway bet as to which side of the bed to get out of. A middler, pear, etc. and they smell of messy menopause, and definately had you wishing she was just large, or small.
Gimme Barbs over most i say!
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