
Celebrities are supposed to have access to the best hair stylists in the world, so I don’t know what Katherine Heigl’s doing wrong. What the hell color is that, anyway? Plorange? You usually only see that much variation in shade on meth addicts who dye it themselves in truck stop bathrooms after their shifts at the topless bar have ended. Two-tone might work great for precious metals and ska, but it doesn’t do shit for blonde hair.
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This woman is trying to do ANYTHING to repair her image–you know, the one that says she’s an ungrateful, whining bitch about everyone and everything that no one wants to work with.
Go on talk shows. Check.
Give away a million dollars. Check.
“Killers” was DOA at the box office. Let’s see how “Life As We Know It” does.
Life as We BLOW It. High five!
I have a lot of hate in my life. Hate is my sun and I orbit it constantly, endlessly. But, there is a special place in my heart where the hate for Heigl is held. I hate her so deeply, so immensely that I want to see her have children. Yes, I want to see her have children so that she is happy and full-filled and satisfied. Then, just when she is at her most content, I want to eat those children in front of her with a spoon.