Why? *long suffering sigh* Why? Why don’t these Twilight casting directors ever listen to me??? This is like talking to Trollop or teaching platypuses or telling Brit Brit to wear knickers or asking Santa to whack Victoria so I can have Becks—I might as well ask them to box a kangaroo! I swear this is more frustrating than being trapped in a cave on a deserted island somewhere when I’m in dire need to fiddle with myself and there’s no BOB or handy porn! ARRGH!



“Tucker for Mayor: More of the Same!”