Mary-Kate Olsen was sitting outside at Opera the other night and the table was littered with Grey Goose bottles. She was in a good mood and Owen Wilson drifted over and struck up a conversation with her. A few giggles later they were getting along so well that he had his arm around her. He asked for her phone number and she gave it to him.
Speaking personally, I just lost hella respect for Owen Wilson. I can’t be down with someone trying to bang a little hobo.
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July 31st, 2007 at 8:48 am
He lost my respect long ago. Actually, I don’t think he ever had it. This seems like a suitable match, though- 2 whitetrash cokeheads.
July 31st, 2007 at 9:31 am
Oh no! Owen, come on. Not THAT!
July 31st, 2007 at 11:06 am
I had a dream that Owen and I were friends once. He would text me like crazy and I was like “Yo owen, you can’t get wit dis, we are friends and friends only B!”.. it all comes full circle as to why he would go for her now.. because i dream dissed him. Damn y’all. It’s my fault. All my fault.
August 1st, 2007 at 1:20 pm
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