Emily and the Scot by Kathryn Smith
Eeuw, kids. Get them away from me.
Eeuw, kids. Get them away from me.
At least that dumb broad Kelly Ripa likes this one, I suppose.
Well, here’s a lot of fuss and melodramatic gullibility that lead up to nothing big.
It’s better than the previous book, for what that’s worth.
Now we know that fat women can be just as boring as skinny ones.
Mommy, the agents are still bickering! Make them stop!
And hey, here’s my awesome finger!
Made of baloney.
With a caveman boor of a hero in here, who’s getting lucky, exactly?
So much sugar, it’s dangerous!