No, this is my favorite freak of nature, Lady Gaga. She walked the catwalk for the ‘Theirry Mugler” fashion show in Paris. I’m sure there was some mistake in inviting her there. I think whoever was booking the models was hard-of-hearing, and when someone told him it was a “Thierry Mugler” show, he heard “Scary Fucker”. It’s the only logical explanation.
It’s been a while since we’ve had a good Name That Celebrity, so I’m resurrecting it for today’s cross-dressing edition. It’s a toughie. I have to admit, even I didn’t know who it was when I first saw it, so I’m going to be generous and give you a hint: today’s Name That Celebrity smells of hair plugs and genital stank. Our boy has a real penchant for fornicating. Plus he’s bald. Give him a beer gut and a “My, Those Boobs Look Heavy, May I Hold Them for You?” t-shirt and he’s practically my Uncle Sal. Only Uncle Sal has way too much dignity to have ever starred in something as god-awful as “Alfie.”
The big reveal after the jump
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