You know the type of girl that's convinced she's got everything? She has the perfect skin complexion, hair style and color, make-up choice and fashion sense, her friends love her and think that the sun shines out of parts not worth mentioning. Well, in her opinion at least, but in reality, she's hiding behind the mask of fakery, like the clowns at a fair ground - no-one can take her seriously with the cake bake face. When you wipe that mask off you're left with an average person. But only if they themselves are modest. The person we are talking about here has not a single scratch of modesty and none of her friends really care about her, it's seen as the law to love her. When she needs a real friend however, she will be left with no-one, like the last warrior on a battlefield full of dead and dying warriors and when that day comes I shall be there to come up to her face and . . . Laugh!