Hi, my name's Bri for Vendetta.
I eat Marlboros and shit tweezers.
Perhaps, I should re-assign Natalie O'Brien to be my....umm...let's call it, "visual press liaison"? Basically, to make sure that pictures of me GLARING at the camera like it just took a steaming dump on my leather couch don't get out.
Nah, what was I thinking?
I'm Badass.
EDIT: Yes, that is indeed the one (1) belt Johnny owns, which he uses as a makeshift girdle to hold in his skinny/fat middle. The same belt which formed the piece de resistance of his "Meth-head-biker-who-sold-pants-to-buy-more-meth" oh-so-professional look at the "Keynote Address" yesterday. Yeah, Johnny really needs to expand his wardrobe. Girls like to shop, right?
EDIT THE SECOND: Also, I keep a poster with my name prominently displayed on the wall behind my head, because that's not like the most insanely narcissistic thing ever, plus also I lie so much I might forget my own name, since in reality it's NOT my name....because my name is John Wu, gay-married Johnny Wu, Johnny Wu the walking example of why cheap plastic surgery is worse than none at all, Johnny Wu the wet dream of all TSA agents.