Sometimes at work, I really do feel like I am starring in The Devil Wears Prada. I just want to know how Anne Hathaway was able to afford all those clothes when she didn't get paid shit.
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2 comments:
Stanley Tucci gave her all the outfits from the warehouse!
yeah, but in the real world, you aren't allowed to wear those clothes out of the office! ::tears:: otherwise, i'd seriously seriously seriously consider going into magazines.
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