Posing for the Nickel

Once there was a stinky buffalo on the Nickel.  Then, there was Thomas Jefferson.  Now I submit my profile.  I am much better looking than Jefferson or the stinky buffalo.  My picture should be on all our money.

Help! I am being formula-boarded!

I keep telling Piper I DONT KNOW where the gummy bears are.  Dad! Make her stop formula-boarding me!

No More American Idol

Here I sit, stupefied, pacified, tranquilized by yet another lame evening of reality TV.  Why, oh why did the writers have to strike?  Internet residual rights? Only my dad is lame enough to PAY for content.  My hands are too small to grasp the remote so it's another epsidode of dancing-with-the-survivor-idol-or-no-deal