And now, my exclusive interview with his Holiness, Pope John Paul II.
Showing posts with label Lisa the Beauty Queen. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Lisa the Beauty Queen. Show all posts
Ooh, shudder!
I said step-pause-turn-pause-pivot-step-step, not step-pause-turn-pause-pivot-step-pause! Ooh, shudder!
I'll take you to the beauty parlor and show you just how lovely you can be.
Marge: This afternoon, I'll take you to the beauty parlor and show you just how lovely you can be.
Bart: And later I'll teach you the tricks of the trade: taping your swimsuit to your butt, petroleum jelly on your teeth for that frictionless smile, and the ancient art of padding.
Wait. She's about to bring out the big guns.
Ramona: Amber Dempsey.
Bitsy: In the same week she was "Pork Princess" and "Little Miss Kosher."
Lisa: She's beautiful.
Ramona: Wait. She's about to bring out the big guns.
Bitsy: Eyelash implants.
Lisa: I thought those were illegal.
Bitsy: Not in Paraguay.
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