Good morning and welcome to today's edition of Celebrity Wrap Up. Happy Friday!
Dear Kate Bosworth: It is 2008, NOT 1988. Please immediately change out of those horrendous acid washed jeans (my eyes are bleeding!).
Um, Brad? Hi. Where are you looking? I'm RIGHT HERE. Yeah, see? Hi. How YOU doin'?
And, yes, I know, several of you have commented that you're not feeling the porn 'stache, but come on. A Brad is still a Brad. And a Brad of any other name would still smell as sweet.
I can almost hear the conversation now. Kate Holmes: "Right this way, Suri. See the getaway car? We're ALMOST there. Hurry now! Before Xenu catches us."
I suppose if Rihanna is going to be borrowing Beyonce's disgusting shirts, she might as well pair them with Lindsay's leggings. Or are those the leather pants worn by Olivia Newton-John at the end of
Grease? Man, those get a lot of use.
"Oh, John, aren't we fabulous in our matching outfits? We're cuter than cute. Take THAT Brangelina. I don't even know you exist, since me and my orgasm-face-musician-boyfriend are so fabulous and in LOVE LOVE LOVE."
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