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So noT PREgnant
In reply to one of my faithful fans comments on my 90210 rooms post, I have to set the record straight. Tori Spelling is not pregnant. She was rumoured to have been impregnated by the ever so classy Dean McDermott in late November last year but this was never confirmed and if that were true by my calculations (I’ve seen 17 episodes of The OC since then which makes it 4 months and 1 week) then she should be showing a significant bump of some kind here at last night’s premiere of her new VH1 reality show So noTORIous. So unless she’s pregnant with twins in her mammory glands and Dean is gazing adoringly at his babies to be then no, we don’t have to worry about creating another room at the Spelling mansion for the baby just yet.
Monday
SHOW US 'YA PINK BITS!
I sincerely hope that whoever asked cabaret singer/actress Maria Venuti to “show us ‘ya pink bits!” is truly sorry for what they’ve done. I can't quite decide whether she's about to flap off into the sunset or lay an egg. Either way, the other hens in the roost must surely be jealous of that plumage.
Wednesday
90,210 ROOMS
I find the sanity of anyone who devotes an entire room of their house to present wrapping highly suspect. Combine this with a penchant for stealing the husband (yes that’s you Dean McDermott) of a woman with a new born baby because he just happened to be your good looking co-star on the set of the kind of pathetic made for TV movie that I would only watch if I was at home sick from work in the middle of the day and so devoid of energy that I couldn’t summon the strength to lift my arm to pick up the remote and change the channel after Jerry Springer finished, and the fact that there’s now also a room dedicated to purchases made on Ebay at the Spelling mansion, and this bizarre choice of outfit and the mindset of Tori Spelling becomes as clear as the cast of Queer Eye for the Straight Guy’s sexual preference.
After running out of presents to wrap in the present wrapping room and not finding a thing to wear in the brightly coloured ill fitting dresses to wear shopping for presents with my tattooed illegitimate fiancé room, Tori Spelling eyed the curtains in the souvenirs from our trip to Mexico room, took them straight to the sew your own dress room, tried on her dress in the trying on Mexican curtain dresses made in the sew your own dress room and examined her reflection in the room with mirrors for examining yourself wearing Mexican curtain dresses that you made in the sew your own dress room, all the while making sure to disguise her bulging belly lest her husband to be discover that she too is now with child and run off with the co-star of his next made for TV movie blockbuster. Then after a tough day shopping for presents with Daddy’s money she returns home only to wrap more presents until they run out, commencing the vicious cycle of present wrapping once again.
Friday
DIS'GRUNTLED
I find it extremely depressing when celebrities actually dress nicely and co ordinate their outfits well as they have been doing over the past week. It sends me into a severe spiral of depression and fits of rage (not unlike the time the power went off half way through a particularly intense episode of Prison Break) and I start having ridiculously unfounded thoughts like “Maybe because they’re rich and famous they have a better life than I do? Maybe they are perfect, better than me and can dress well”.
Then just when I’m about to throw in the towel and change the name of my blog to WORSHIP THIS! to start praising celebrity fashion instead of criticising it, I find this little gem and begin to wonder whether Spanish singer Paco Clavel is taking the piss in order to make me feel better by giving me something to write about, or if he seriously clothes himself like this on a regular basis. 
How else do you explain a man that wears his girlfriends’ hot pink bra to Penelope Cruz’s movie premiere, dyes his greying goatee green, and tops off the ensemble with a bright orange safety jacket? Unless he’s a pervert who works for the traffic department and celebrates St Patrick’s day by colouring his facial hair green. Because only then would this outfit begin to make sense. Thanks for lifting my spirits Paco and re-affirming my faith in celebrities dressing disatrously. I feel so much better about my own pathetic yet well dressed existence now.
WHAT THE DICKENS?
Remember when you were little and as you were dashing out the front door to school your Mum would yell out to you not to forget your hanky and she’d pin it onto your sweatshirt or school bag so you wouldn’t lose it and have to blow your nose on your sleeve all day? And you’d whinge “Mum, that’s so lame why do you have to pin it on me?” and she’d tell you “You’d lose your head if it wasn’t screwed on!”. Well Kim Dickens's Mum made sure her daughter didn’t lose her hanky or her head at the Thankyou for Smoking LA Premiere by making certain that the two were tied securely together.
ENOUGH OF BIG DUFF!
Such is my dislike for Haylie Duff that when I first saw this picture I wished it was in 3D so I could reach out and pull that charmingly ugly fraying 60 year old woman scarf around her neck so tight that it would stop her from grinning and following Hilary around to the opening of everything from a nightclub to a soft drink can in an attempt to cash in on her successful sister’s popularity and celebrity connections.
She’s the poor mans Nicky Hilton to Hilary’s Paris Hilton, the Ashlee to Jessica Simpson, the Drew to Nick Lachey, the Jamie Lynn to Britney Spears, the Aaron to Nick Carter . . . Wow I just realized how many pathetic celebrity siblings there are, but that’s a whole other post. Back to why Haylie Duff annoys me like a mosquito buzzing around your ear at 4am.
I have no idea what she actually does other than prance around desperately in front of photographers grinning a little too eagerly and recording hideously haunting cover tracks with her younger sister. And there's something about her overly pointy exaggerated version of Hilary's features that just screams creepy weird stalker girl. So please stop eerily popping up everywhere Haylie and start borrowing clothes and accessories from Hilary instead of Gran. I know you want to. Just not this bizarre striped top and lace bolero combination your half asleep sister chose here.
Thursday
Orange Crush
Kate Bosworth - Knock Knock
Jadis - Who’s There?
KB - Orange
J - Orange who?
KB - Orange you going to tell me how pretty my dress is?
J - Knock Knock
KB - Who’s there?
J - No
KB - No who?
J - No I’m not going to tell you how pretty your dress is because you look like a milk maid who’s been out squeezing oranges all day instead of milking cows. By the way was Josh Duhamel a good kisser in Win a Date with Tad Hamilton? He's so dreamy.
Monday
THE OSCARS: MAGGIE GRABBINGHOLD
Maggie Gyllenhaal, either your left hand was cut off in a freak on-set accident whilst filming the World Trade Centre movie or you’re pleasuring yourself beneath the folds of your concrete coloured, ill fitting gown. I know the Oscars are quite lengthy and more boring than anyone cares to admit but I that’s not reason enough to start tickling your twat on the red carpet. I’m sure your creepy serial killer eyes boyfriend Peter Sarrsguard is enjoying the visual stimulation but we are not. So please keep your hands where we can see them and hike up your dress a few inches before you do a Lindsay Lohan on us and flash your baby feeders.
THE OSCARS: OSCAR NOMINATED URSULA
Even though the so called ‘experts’ are raving about Charlize Theron’s choice of Dior gown for this years Oscars, it personally overwhelms me with visions of Ursula the evil octopus woman who stole Ariel’s voice in The Little Mermaid. Apparently Ursula’s stolen Charlize’s figure and hairdresser along with Ariel’s voice, she looks about 8 months pregnant with 8 months worth of re-growth. I wouldn’t stand too close to her on the red carpet out of fear that those two overlapping tentacles draped across her crotch would suck me into her evil asset stealing vortex.
Friday
FASHION WEEK DIS'ASTER
Lady, I don’t have a clue who you are (or who you think you are), but if you’ve been invited to attend shows at London Fashion week, where photographic evidence of this outfit was captured, then you must be someone important and influential in the fashion industry, and that scares me.
I’m petrified that you might possibly be in a position to give out fashion advice to unsuspecting civilians telling them
“The more trends you were at once the trendier people will think you are! Just look at me, I’m wearing four trends all at once. Leopard print, cowboy boots, polka dots and a belted dress! Clashing is so hot right now"
Well I've got some fashion advice for you lady. Leopard print is for leopards and cowboy boots are for cowboys. So if you left those things to their rightful wearers you would be left with the polka dot dress on it's on with the belt, which is the only thing you should have worn in the first place.
Wednesday
LINDSAY: FULLY FLASHING
Last night at the General Motors Celebrity Fashion Show in Los Angeles, Lindsay Lohan took wardrobe malfunctioning to new heights with this flash of mammary flesh. Desperate publicity stunt or accidental oversite? You be the judge.
Linds maybe if you ate more and snorted less you could find clothes that fitted better?
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So noT PREgnant
In reply to one of my faithful fans comments on my 90210 rooms post, I have to set the record straight. Tori Spelling is not pregnant. She was rumoured to have been impregnated by the ever so classy Dean McDermott in late November last year but this was never confirmed and if that were true by my calculations (I’ve seen 17 episodes of The OC since then which makes it 4 months and 1 week) then she should be showing a significant bump of some kind here at last night’s premiere of her new VH1 reality show So noTORIous. So unless she’s pregnant with twins in her mammory glands and Dean is gazing adoringly at his babies to be then no, we don’t have to worry about creating another room at the Spelling mansion for the baby just yet.
Monday
SHOW US 'YA PINK BITS!
I sincerely hope that whoever asked cabaret singer/actress Maria Venuti to “show us ‘ya pink bits!” is truly sorry for what they’ve done. I can't quite decide whether she's about to flap off into the sunset or lay an egg. Either way, the other hens in the roost must surely be jealous of that plumage.
Wednesday
90,210 ROOMS
I find the sanity of anyone who devotes an entire room of their house to present wrapping highly suspect. Combine this with a penchant for stealing the husband (yes that’s you Dean McDermott) of a woman with a new born baby because he just happened to be your good looking co-star on the set of the kind of pathetic made for TV movie that I would only watch if I was at home sick from work in the middle of the day and so devoid of energy that I couldn’t summon the strength to lift my arm to pick up the remote and change the channel after Jerry Springer finished, and the fact that there’s now also a room dedicated to purchases made on Ebay at the Spelling mansion, and this bizarre choice of outfit and the mindset of Tori Spelling becomes as clear as the cast of Queer Eye for the Straight Guy’s sexual preference.
After running out of presents to wrap in the present wrapping room and not finding a thing to wear in the brightly coloured ill fitting dresses to wear shopping for presents with my tattooed illegitimate fiancé room, Tori Spelling eyed the curtains in the souvenirs from our trip to Mexico room, took them straight to the sew your own dress room, tried on her dress in the trying on Mexican curtain dresses made in the sew your own dress room and examined her reflection in the room with mirrors for examining yourself wearing Mexican curtain dresses that you made in the sew your own dress room, all the while making sure to disguise her bulging belly lest her husband to be discover that she too is now with child and run off with the co-star of his next made for TV movie blockbuster. Then after a tough day shopping for presents with Daddy’s money she returns home only to wrap more presents until they run out, commencing the vicious cycle of present wrapping once again.
Friday
DIS'GRUNTLED
I find it extremely depressing when celebrities actually dress nicely and co ordinate their outfits well as they have been doing over the past week. It sends me into a severe spiral of depression and fits of rage (not unlike the time the power went off half way through a particularly intense episode of Prison Break) and I start having ridiculously unfounded thoughts like “Maybe because they’re rich and famous they have a better life than I do? Maybe they are perfect, better than me and can dress well”.
Then just when I’m about to throw in the towel and change the name of my blog to WORSHIP THIS! to start praising celebrity fashion instead of criticising it, I find this little gem and begin to wonder whether Spanish singer Paco Clavel is taking the piss in order to make me feel better by giving me something to write about, or if he seriously clothes himself like this on a regular basis.
How else do you explain a man that wears his girlfriends’ hot pink bra to Penelope Cruz’s movie premiere, dyes his greying goatee green, and tops off the ensemble with a bright orange safety jacket? Unless he’s a pervert who works for the traffic department and celebrates St Patrick’s day by colouring his facial hair green. Because only then would this outfit begin to make sense. Thanks for lifting my spirits Paco and re-affirming my faith in celebrities dressing disatrously. I feel so much better about my own pathetic yet well dressed existence now.
WHAT THE DICKENS?
Remember when you were little and as you were dashing out the front door to school your Mum would yell out to you not to forget your hanky and she’d pin it onto your sweatshirt or school bag so you wouldn’t lose it and have to blow your nose on your sleeve all day? And you’d whinge “Mum, that’s so lame why do you have to pin it on me?” and she’d tell you “You’d lose your head if it wasn’t screwed on!”. Well Kim Dickens's Mum made sure her daughter didn’t lose her hanky or her head at the Thankyou for Smoking LA Premiere by making certain that the two were tied securely together.
ENOUGH OF BIG DUFF!
Such is my dislike for Haylie Duff that when I first saw this picture I wished it was in 3D so I could reach out and pull that charmingly ugly fraying 60 year old woman scarf around her neck so tight that it would stop her from grinning and following Hilary around to the opening of everything from a nightclub to a soft drink can in an attempt to cash in on her successful sister’s popularity and celebrity connections.
She’s the poor mans Nicky Hilton to Hilary’s Paris Hilton, the Ashlee to Jessica Simpson, the Drew to Nick Lachey, the Jamie Lynn to Britney Spears, the Aaron to Nick Carter . . . Wow I just realized how many pathetic celebrity siblings there are, but that’s a whole other post. Back to why Haylie Duff annoys me like a mosquito buzzing around your ear at 4am.
I have no idea what she actually does other than prance around desperately in front of photographers grinning a little too eagerly and recording hideously haunting cover tracks with her younger sister. And there's something about her overly pointy exaggerated version of Hilary's features that just screams creepy weird stalker girl. So please stop eerily popping up everywhere Haylie and start borrowing clothes and accessories from Hilary instead of Gran. I know you want to. Just not this bizarre striped top and lace bolero combination your half asleep sister chose here.
Thursday
Orange Crush
Kate Bosworth - Knock Knock
Jadis - Who’s There?
KB - Orange
J - Orange who?
KB - Orange you going to tell me how pretty my dress is?
J - Knock Knock
KB - Who’s there?
J - No
KB - No who?
J - No I’m not going to tell you how pretty your dress is because you look like a milk maid who’s been out squeezing oranges all day instead of milking cows. By the way was Josh Duhamel a good kisser in Win a Date with Tad Hamilton? He's so dreamy.
Monday
THE OSCARS: MAGGIE GRABBINGHOLD
Maggie Gyllenhaal, either your left hand was cut off in a freak on-set accident whilst filming the World Trade Centre movie or you’re pleasuring yourself beneath the folds of your concrete coloured, ill fitting gown. I know the Oscars are quite lengthy and more boring than anyone cares to admit but I that’s not reason enough to start tickling your twat on the red carpet. I’m sure your creepy serial killer eyes boyfriend Peter Sarrsguard is enjoying the visual stimulation but we are not. So please keep your hands where we can see them and hike up your dress a few inches before you do a Lindsay Lohan on us and flash your baby feeders.
THE OSCARS: OSCAR NOMINATED URSULA
Even though the so called ‘experts’ are raving about Charlize Theron’s choice of Dior gown for this years Oscars, it personally overwhelms me with visions of Ursula the evil octopus woman who stole Ariel’s voice in The Little Mermaid. Apparently Ursula’s stolen Charlize’s figure and hairdresser along with Ariel’s voice, she looks about 8 months pregnant with 8 months worth of re-growth. I wouldn’t stand too close to her on the red carpet out of fear that those two overlapping tentacles draped across her crotch would suck me into her evil asset stealing vortex.
Friday
FASHION WEEK DIS'ASTER
Lady, I don’t have a clue who you are (or who you think you are), but if you’ve been invited to attend shows at London Fashion week, where photographic evidence of this outfit was captured, then you must be someone important and influential in the fashion industry, and that scares me.
I’m petrified that you might possibly be in a position to give out fashion advice to unsuspecting civilians telling them
“The more trends you were at once the trendier people will think you are! Just look at me, I’m wearing four trends all at once. Leopard print, cowboy boots, polka dots and a belted dress! Clashing is so hot right now"
Well I've got some fashion advice for you lady. Leopard print is for leopards and cowboy boots are for cowboys. So if you left those things to their rightful wearers you would be left with the polka dot dress on it's on with the belt, which is the only thing you should have worn in the first place.
Wednesday
LINDSAY: FULLY FLASHING
Last night at the General Motors Celebrity Fashion Show in Los Angeles, Lindsay Lohan took wardrobe malfunctioning to new heights with this flash of mammary flesh. Desperate publicity stunt or accidental oversite? You be the judge.
Linds maybe if you ate more and snorted less you could find clothes that fitted better?
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WednesdaySo noT PREgnant In reply to one of my faithful fans comments on my 90210 rooms post, I have to set the record straight. Tori Spelling is not pregnant. She was rumoured to have been impregnated by the ever so classy Dean McDermott in late November last year but this was never confirmed and if that were true by my calculations (I’ve seen 17 episodes of The OC since then which makes it 4 months and 1 week) then she should be showing a significant bump of some kind here at last night’s premiere of her new VH1 reality show So noTORIous. So unless she’s pregnant with twins in her mammory glands and Dean is gazing adoringly at his babies to be then no, we don’t have to worry about creating another room at the Spelling mansion for the baby just yet. MondaySHOW US 'YA PINK BITS!I sincerely hope that whoever asked cabaret singer/actress Maria Venuti to “show us ‘ya pink bits!” is truly sorry for what they’ve done. I can't quite decide whether she's about to flap off into the sunset or lay an egg. Either way, the other hens in the roost must surely be jealous of that plumage. Wednesday90,210 ROOMS I find the sanity of anyone who devotes an entire room of their house to present wrapping highly suspect. Combine this with a penchant for stealing the husband (yes that’s you Dean McDermott) of a woman with a new born baby because he just happened to be your good looking co-star on the set of the kind of pathetic made for TV movie that I would only watch if I was at home sick from work in the middle of the day and so devoid of energy that I couldn’t summon the strength to lift my arm to pick up the remote and change the channel after Jerry Springer finished, and the fact that there’s now also a room dedicated to purchases made on Ebay at the Spelling mansion, and this bizarre choice of outfit and the mindset of Tori Spelling becomes as clear as the cast of Queer Eye for the Straight Guy’s sexual preference.After running out of presents to wrap in the present wrapping room and not finding a thing to wear in the brightly coloured ill fitting dresses to wear shopping for presents with my tattooed illegitimate fiancé room, Tori Spelling eyed the curtains in the souvenirs from our trip to Mexico room, took them straight to the sew your own dress room, tried on her dress in the trying on Mexican curtain dresses made in the sew your own dress room and examined her reflection in the room with mirrors for examining yourself wearing Mexican curtain dresses that you made in the sew your own dress room, all the while making sure to disguise her bulging belly lest her husband to be discover that she too is now with child and run off with the co-star of his next made for TV movie blockbuster. Then after a tough day shopping for presents with Daddy’s money she returns home only to wrap more presents until they run out, commencing the vicious cycle of present wrapping once again. FridayDIS'GRUNTLEDI find it extremely depressing when celebrities actually dress nicely and co ordinate their outfits well as they have been doing over the past week. It sends me into a severe spiral of depression and fits of rage (not unlike the time the power went off half way through a particularly intense episode of Prison Break) and I start having ridiculously unfounded thoughts like “Maybe because they’re rich and famous they have a better life than I do? Maybe they are perfect, better than me and can dress well”. Then just when I’m about to throw in the towel and change the name of my blog to WORSHIP THIS! to start praising celebrity fashion instead of criticising it, I find this little gem and begin to wonder whether Spanish singer Paco Clavel is taking the piss in order to make me feel better by giving me something to write about, or if he seriously clothes himself like this on a regular basis. How else do you explain a man that wears his girlfriends’ hot pink bra to Penelope Cruz’s movie premiere, dyes his greying goatee green, and tops off the ensemble with a bright orange safety jacket? Unless he’s a pervert who works for the traffic department and celebrates St Patrick’s day by colouring his facial hair green. Because only then would this outfit begin to make sense. Thanks for lifting my spirits Paco and re-affirming my faith in celebrities dressing disatrously. I feel so much better about my own pathetic yet well dressed existence now. WHAT THE DICKENS? Remember when you were little and as you were dashing out the front door to school your Mum would yell out to you not to forget your hanky and she’d pin it onto your sweatshirt or school bag so you wouldn’t lose it and have to blow your nose on your sleeve all day? And you’d whinge “Mum, that’s so lame why do you have to pin it on me?” and she’d tell you “You’d lose your head if it wasn’t screwed on!”. Well Kim Dickens's Mum made sure her daughter didn’t lose her hanky or her head at the Thankyou for Smoking LA Premiere by making certain that the two were tied securely together. ENOUGH OF BIG DUFF! Such is my dislike for Haylie Duff that when I first saw this picture I wished it was in 3D so I could reach out and pull that charmingly ugly fraying 60 year old woman scarf around her neck so tight that it would stop her from grinning and following Hilary around to the opening of everything from a nightclub to a soft drink can in an attempt to cash in on her successful sister’s popularity and celebrity connections.She’s the poor mans Nicky Hilton to Hilary’s Paris Hilton, the Ashlee to Jessica Simpson, the Drew to Nick Lachey, the Jamie Lynn to Britney Spears, the Aaron to Nick Carter . . . Wow I just realized how many pathetic celebrity siblings there are, but that’s a whole other post. Back to why Haylie Duff annoys me like a mosquito buzzing around your ear at 4am. I have no idea what she actually does other than prance around desperately in front of photographers grinning a little too eagerly and recording hideously haunting cover tracks with her younger sister. And there's something about her overly pointy exaggerated version of Hilary's features that just screams creepy weird stalker girl. So please stop eerily popping up everywhere Haylie and start borrowing clothes and accessories from Hilary instead of Gran. I know you want to. Just not this bizarre striped top and lace bolero combination your half asleep sister chose here. ThursdayOrange Crush Kate Bosworth - Knock KnockJadis - Who’s There? KB - Orange J - Orange who? KB - Orange you going to tell me how pretty my dress is? J - Knock Knock KB - Who’s there? J - No KB - No who? J - No I’m not going to tell you how pretty your dress is because you look like a milk maid who’s been out squeezing oranges all day instead of milking cows. By the way was Josh Duhamel a good kisser in Win a Date with Tad Hamilton? He's so dreamy. MondayTHE OSCARS: MAGGIE GRABBINGHOLD Maggie Gyllenhaal, either your left hand was cut off in a freak on-set accident whilst filming the World Trade Centre movie or you’re pleasuring yourself beneath the folds of your concrete coloured, ill fitting gown. I know the Oscars are quite lengthy and more boring than anyone cares to admit but I that’s not reason enough to start tickling your twat on the red carpet. I’m sure your creepy serial killer eyes boyfriend Peter Sarrsguard is enjoying the visual stimulation but we are not. So please keep your hands where we can see them and hike up your dress a few inches before you do a Lindsay Lohan on us and flash your baby feeders. THE OSCARS: OSCAR NOMINATED URSULA Even though the so called ‘experts’ are raving about Charlize Theron’s choice of Dior gown for this years Oscars, it personally overwhelms me with visions of Ursula the evil octopus woman who stole Ariel’s voice in The Little Mermaid. Apparently Ursula’s stolen Charlize’s figure and hairdresser along with Ariel’s voice, she looks about 8 months pregnant with 8 months worth of re-growth. I wouldn’t stand too close to her on the red carpet out of fear that those two overlapping tentacles draped across her crotch would suck me into her evil asset stealing vortex. FridayFASHION WEEK DIS'ASTER Lady, I don’t have a clue who you are (or who you think you are), but if you’ve been invited to attend shows at London Fashion week, where photographic evidence of this outfit was captured, then you must be someone important and influential in the fashion industry, and that scares me.I’m petrified that you might possibly be in a position to give out fashion advice to unsuspecting civilians telling them “The more trends you were at once the trendier people will think you are! Just look at me, I’m wearing four trends all at once. Leopard print, cowboy boots, polka dots and a belted dress! Clashing is so hot right now" Well I've got some fashion advice for you lady. Leopard print is for leopards and cowboy boots are for cowboys. So if you left those things to their rightful wearers you would be left with the polka dot dress on it's on with the belt, which is the only thing you should have worn in the first place. WednesdayLINDSAY: FULLY FLASHINGLast night at the General Motors Celebrity Fashion Show in Los Angeles, Lindsay Lohan took wardrobe malfunctioning to new heights with this flash of mammary flesh. Desperate publicity stunt or accidental oversite? You be the judge.  Linds maybe if you ate more and snorted less you could find clothes that fitted better? |
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