Must love KEDS

Damn, this picture came out real big!   Anyways, Mischa Barton doesn’t want to date anymore fugly and immature boy-folk and will go so far as to remain single until some mature men-folk come around. Says Mischa:  ”I’d like someone who makes me laugh. I like an intellectual guy, because I love to read. If they like movies, books and music, we’re pretty alright. . .  And I’d like someone who’s mature; God, I can’t take another immature person!”

That means you, Brandon Davis and Cisco Adler!  Ew, my computer just said that it needed a good cleaning after that.  Whatevers.   Mischa forgot to add that the new intellectuals she would like to start dating MUST  love girls who wear KEDS and are mature enough to mix booze and pills at Memorial Day parties.   And must also love dumb arse bactresses!

P.S.  A “bactress” is a an actress who acts badly.  As in can’t hardly act at all.  It’s in The Websters-Merriam Dictionary.  Go ahead and check.

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Rich Slags at a Fashion Show

Vanessa Paradis and Fergie looked distorted as all hell at the Chanel Couture show in Paris.   Maybe it’s the camera angle because the aspect: ratio in this shot is fugged for sure!  By the way, ever since I posted that pic of MAnn Coulter the other week, I’ve been noticing that tons of women-folk have the beginnings of  an adam’s apple in their necks.

Why the hell am I writing about this stupid ass picture? 

P.S.  Vanessa Paradis is Johnny Depp’s main slag.  She’s French.  So she’s naturally thin and probably smells sorta funny.  Just Kidding!   She’s usually pretty, though — just not so much in this shot.    Wish I could say the same for Ferg!

Why God, why????

Nothing gold can stay, and that was illustrated this past weekend, since Kate Moss and Pete Dirtyho seemed to have split up for GOOD.   It’s not right!  Mommy!  Damn this world!  They were that bright light at the end of a stank tunnel for at least three of us!  

Anyways, Kate flew back to England after hiding out in Paris for a bit after allegations that Pete may have put his diseased hands on another woman, and changed the damn locks!  Then she moved all his stuff out!   Here she is, creeping back into London, looking like Liza Minnelli or something. 

There’s a thumbnail below of his ‘pianer’ being carted off.  I can just imagine that crack head and his bleeding fingers all over that keyboard singing songs and sounding like straight rubbish and Kate fawning all over it and swooning. 

Ah!  Please make this be a short arsed hiatus!   These two belong together.  Like Peanutbutter and Jelly.  Seattle and Rain.  Gin and Juice… Crack and heads.    

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