Where's my wiglet?

I am addicted to Toddlers and Tiaras. It is a fantastically ridiculous show about little girls in pageants. ABSOLUTELY ridiculous. So, here are a few things that m.cass and I have said while watching said television program.
"Hoooooly gap mothah fuckah!"
"Titties. Be. BOUNCIN'."
*whispered to mimic a child on the show* "I. Hate. You."
"THAT is a wig bitch."
"Where is my wiglet!?"
"That girl's got a muff! I love muffs......ooo I want a muff....LOOK HOW COOL THAT IS!"
"Gonna have a Janet Jackson moment in that coconut bra..."
"IS THAT A UNICORN...No...it's a horse. A horse on a crown."
"You're like a hundred years old!!" "She's 83." "LIKE A HUNDRED!"
"We're late for diva day!!!"
"WE'RE GOIN TO DIVA DAY!"
"You'd think they'd heat the tanning places better."
"AHH! THE WIG!!! DID YOU SEE THAT!?!?! IT WAS HANGIN ON THE TRAMPOLINE!! THAT'S *BREATH* THE BEST THING *BREATH* I'VE EVER SEEN!" *CONTINUED LAUGHTER*
And much more to come....