A Stranger Every Sunday
Thursday, March 3, 2011
I’m still pretty sure she serves shot glasses wedged in her cleavage to dudes with scurvy, rotting teeth, and breath that smells like mutton.
Funny, snarky, well-written
coverage of fashion on the red carpet
, at the funny, snarky, well-written blog,
Go Fug Yourself.
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