Get Your Hands Off My Duff

I don't know what these creepy perverts are thinking - drinking Pabst, having mustaches, and touching my dear, sweet Hilary. She looks like she is laughing, but I know she is crying on the inside.

Hilary looked fantastically gorgeous at this Shipley & Halmos event in LA. She reminded me why I began stalking her in the first place. I have really lost my way when it comes to obsessing over Hilary; her getting engaged sort of put a damper on my dumpster diving for used toiletries.

But no longer. I'm back, baby. Just you watch out Hilary - the next time you see a rusting white van sitting outside of your property, there will be a hunk of burning love inside. ME.