Amanda Bynes thought she’d found an egg man in Doug Reinhardt, but was left all wet when she had to quit being the cat’s fuss and gave that Joe the high hat. Since, she’s been making tracks around the city of angels, flashing her gams to the snappers.
She don’t need to get togged to the bricks to show off them uprights, and I may be a crumb but I’m not talking booshwash when I say I’d blow my wig over pitching woo with that butter and egg fly.
