Dear Tori Spelling.
Monday, August 18th, 2008
Excuse me…ummm…Tori? Let me be frank with you. You’ve got a little somethin’ wrong with your chest there…You may not be returning to 90210, but you NEED to return to your plastic surgeon and get that implant fixed, girl!
Blech. Your chest is sinking deeper and deeper and faster than the Titanic did in 1912. Either get that shiznit fixed or stay outta public. It’s nasty. It’s wrong. And, it’s sickening. Tori, you’ve got the bucks. Get the shizzz fixed! Pretty please?
