Robert Pattinson doesn’t just look the part of a dirty, smelly greaseball, he really is one! Turns out that SeñorSparkle Pants is a hoarder! OMG! lolz! WTF! TTYL! ESPN! Says Digital Spy,
Robert Pattinson has revealed that he can’t stop hoarding his possessions.
The Twilight star admitted that he has to keep all of his books and clothes even when he has no use for them.
He told the Daily Record: “I’m a hoarder. I gave away all my furniture from [when I lived in] Baton Rouge, but with books and things I have storage spaces all over the world.
“It’s ridiculous. Clothes – I cannot give away clothes. I don’t know why. I wear the same thing every day and I just have piles and piles and piles of clothes and then every two years, I’ll go to the storage space and kind of see what I can give away.
“I give away like three things, search through everything and then pack it all back up and put it in the storage space.”
Well, once his career of staring intently into space is over, he can always let loose with the hoarding and get himself on a special episode on A&E’s Hoarders.
Hi guys, it’s Sonya again for today, but Abby will be back tomorrow. The MTV Movie Awards were last night, but if you’re like me, I refuse to watch an award show where New Moon wins anything besides a steaming pile of crap. So, the big news was that Sandra Bullock kissed Scarlett Johansson, Mark Wahlberg humped Will Ferrell as they were suspended in harnesses, and Tom Cruise reprised his Les Grossman role from Tropic Thunder while dancing with Beyonce. It’s kind of nice to see him taking himself a little less seriously, but he’s still a creepy midget nutjob, and his “funny” falls kind of flat. But all I really care about is what everyone was wearing, so down with Xenu and let’s check out the clothes.
100 crows had to die for Christina Aguilera to look this good bad:
I’m all for dressing little kids like they’re little kids, unlike some who let their kids look like whores , or make them look like little miniatures of themselves with name brands plastered all over them, but I think this is taking things a bit too far. Little Zuma Nesta Rock Rossdale here looks like a younger Christopher Robin resurrected. Pinafores and knee socks might have been okay in the 1920′s but nowadays they’re not so much. I’m sorry, are those yellow striped leggings? Poor little Zuma was planted firmly on the path to KickMeVille when he was named, now with his mom dressing him like a little Lord Fauntleroy, he gets a boot in the backside.
Mary-Kate and Ashley Olsen always manage to dress 40 years older than they really are. The Twin on The Right (who knows who’s who?) looks like she skinned a black Wookiee, and the one on the left made nice use of plaited Christmas wrap for her jacket. They’re always so freaking somber, too. They must have the personality of a dish of lukewarm vanilla pudding.
Just a typical day out with Mommy! Shauna Sand took her daughters to the pumpkin patch yesterday looking like the tranny hooker she is. Doesn’t she ever attempt to wear anything appropriate? Who the hell wears 10 pounds of makeup, a crocheted scrap of cloth for a top and platforms to the pumpkin patch? Ugh.
Some things are always certain. The sun rises in the east, the tides come in and out, and Helena Bonham Carter always looks like Stevie Wonder dressed her and a cat did her hair.
The only thing I know about Phoebe Price is that she loves having her picture taken and that she seems to be famous for nothing other than gallivanting around wearing the fugliest outfits. That, and her weird joker grin makes me think she may have sex with you, and then kill you. Or kill you and then have sex with you. Oh but that’s nothing. Just wait until she lays her eggs inside your body to act as a food source for her larvae, until the little buggers are mature enough to pop out, don tacky outfits and start posing for pictures of their own. I saw it on National Geographic before. It was called, The Reproduction of Attention Whores. True story.
