…convicted drug user…
Frankly, I would be WTF OMG horrified if someone called me a ‘former model’. Defamatory to the max times a million, mang.
But what is ‘fake Muslim’ anyway?
Something sold down at Paddy’s markets by greasy middle-aged men wearing bum bags and patch-leather jackets? I guess you might be able to find it amongst the billions of
“You see how girlfriend’s ‘Louis Vuitton’ handbag has single stitching around the zipper and the pattern print doesn’t line up over the seams? That is so fake. Fakey fake fake fake. Faker than the fake tan on a fake Kyle Sandilands. Faker than an Ian Thorpe girlfriend. FAKE!”
“Yeah, and she also has an intermittent and seemingly non-genuine commitment to a politically topical religion solely for the purposes of establishing mitigating circumstances in an upcoming drugs trial in a foreign country. I hate that.”
“Word. That is so uncool.”
Wow. The imaginary teenage conversations that go on in my head are so articulate these days.