I love how stupid the Golden Globes are. Zoe Saldana cries desert dry conceptual tears.  Women look more bulimic than ever.  Successions Jeremy Strong wore the most ree dick mint green felt bucket hat above his ree dick mint green suit. He’s all over the Internet but I can’t ... sigh ... copy all the ree dick pics for you here. Catherine O Hara and Seth Rogan for some bad reason agreed to do three mins of ree dick stand up. Jodie Foster was pure intelligent class. Harrison Ford again looks like his staggeringly bored self. Winners walk by texting folks as they approach the stage. Talk about bouncing back. Harvey Weinsteins x wife is now Aiden Brodys baby doll. Baby Reindeers creator really received 41,000 emails from his very real stalker. 

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