You know, I don't think that Leo and Ellen Page are really that far apart in age. Is it necessary for him to look like some foreboding father in this picture? He's kinda scaring the crap out of me.
I'm not sure what this girl is laughing about except for the fact that her torso is made out of newspaper and her skirt makes the cha-cha-cha sound I love.
Oh, Nicolas. You know I love you so. Even with your thinning hair and ill-advised goatee. I know you're trying to look young and hip and I appreciate that, my love, but we all know that you're 59 on a good day. I still love you, but come on.
Someone's been playing around in the aluminum foil again. Classy use of medical tape on her foot. Why wouldn't you cover that up with, say, a shoe? A sock? More Reynold's wrap? I'm just sayin'.
TC, my nemesis, I just want you to know that no matter how many jerseys you hold up (does that say you're a ho?), or how many cool, hip programs you appear on, you're always always always going to be the crazy whackjob who jumped on Oprah's couch, criticized Brooke Shields, and kidnapped Katie Holmes. Are we clear?
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