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.
EDIT THE 3RD: Waaaaaaaait a minute...isn't that the front door? From the video of Frank "testing" his new phone case by sperging on it? Used to prove that Wu didn't leave her home, etc. etc.? So her office is like, you walk in the front door and it's right THERE? Does that mean the giant Rev. 60 poster is just off-camera in this shot? It's literally the first thing you see upon entering? Can that be right?