I'm creeped out. It seems that Will Farrell and Co. have been spying on me for fodder to use in their shorts featured here.
You must be confused since I live thousands of miles away from Hollywood, and my only connection to the rich and famous is that I watch "The Daily Ten" and "E! News" every day while I'm giving P. her breakfast.
Behold, the proof that I am far more inspirational than you all thought. My Innard Twin, a fellow user of urban slang and fan of the aural pleasures offered by rap music, will surely be jealous.
The only inconsistency I spotted was that when I'm ridin' around in my whip, I'm more of a Jay-Z kind of girl.