Dec 18, 2009

It’s a sad, sad day when the powers of photoshop can’t suppress the mighty fortress of ugly that is Lady Gaga, seen here in the “Hot and Wild” photoshoot by David LaChapelle, oddly featuring a crazed-looking (okay, more than usual) Kanye West (I think that’s him anyway) bearing her away from an exploding volcano. I dunno what the hell that’s supposed to symbolize. My sphincter’s reaction every time I see her?
More “artistic” crap:

Aug 19, 2009

Keira Knightley’s latest ad campaign for Chanel’s Coco Mademoiselle has been unveiled, and the boob they use in the photo (right) does not belong to Keira Knightley (left). I know for a fact that’s not what her tits look like. And not just because I look through her window with a high-powered infrared telescope from a park a mile due south of her flat, either. That’s just a lucky coincidence. Like they say, the proof is in the pudding!*
* Which I also know for a fact she doesn’t eat, thanks to my handy telescope.



Apr 15, 2009

Either Eminem hired Mariah Carey’s retoucher, or else someone accidentally microwaved his face in a Tupperware container. I haven’t seen that much tucking since The RuPaul Show debuted on VH1.
May 9, 2008
Mischa Barton is claiming that the man who photographed her sunbathing topless in Australia last weekend did a little retaliatory photoshopping in an attempt to make her look bad. Barton’s rep tells Rush and Molloy
“Those photos are doctored. They’ve given a 22-year-old woman the legs and bottom of an 80-year-old. There’s a lot you can do with Photoshopping. [Photographer Jamie Fawcett is determined] to make Mischa look bad because she called him out for taking the topless shots.”
Oh, come off it already, Mischa. The photos aren’t doctored and we all know it. Remember, nobody likes a crybaby. Crybabies get picked last for kickball and don’t go to prom and end up living with their mothers and developing glandular issues and hiding behind their computers making fun of people they don’t know in a feeble attempt to quell their own self-loathing. Frankly, that kind of existence is a little pathetic.