You With The Stars In Your Eyes
As I'm sure you already know, the Academy Awards will be happening this Sunday. I, for one, can hardly wait to see what kind of fermunda cheese Teri Hatcher makes everyone sniff on the red carpet through her visible underwear and how many layers of spackle Bai Ling will have to use to cover up her mouth gonorrhea. That is, after all, what the Oscars are all about. The trophies are merely a rouse.
Let's play the "Obvious Oscar Prediction Game":
1. Attention- (and carb) -starved starlets will tell all of us little people about the mammarial wonders of double-sided toupee tape! Tres classy, ladies.
2. Marcia Cross will look like an pinch-faced freak-headed alien!
3. Johnny Depp will continue his rebellion against his own good looks by showing up looking like Buster Keaton's rotten, maggot-infested corpse!
4. Ryan Philippe will have whatever's stuck up his ass STILL stuck up his ass!
5. Gwyneth Paltrow will either cry, speak in a British accent, or cry while speaking in a British accent!
I can't friggin' WAIT.
Maggie
Let's play the "Obvious Oscar Prediction Game":
1. Attention- (and carb) -starved starlets will tell all of us little people about the mammarial wonders of double-sided toupee tape! Tres classy, ladies.
2. Marcia Cross will look like an pinch-faced freak-headed alien!
3. Johnny Depp will continue his rebellion against his own good looks by showing up looking like Buster Keaton's rotten, maggot-infested corpse!
4. Ryan Philippe will have whatever's stuck up his ass STILL stuck up his ass!
5. Gwyneth Paltrow will either cry, speak in a British accent, or cry while speaking in a British accent!
I can't friggin' WAIT.
Maggie
posted by the freakin hott at Friday, March 03, 2006
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