Whoa. We’re not sure we’ve ever seen Mitt Romney look so, well, unpolished if we’re being kind. If we’re being honest, he looks like a group of flying monkeys decided to have their way with his heretofore unflappable hair follicles. And where’s the smug smirk? The pandering grin? The rock-solid confidence and irrefutable take charge attitude? Dressed in a rumpled shirt and pants with a wilted shirt collar and the pallor of a plate of carbohydrates, he looks like a guy who’s taken to eating at Arby’s. Christ, the road after the election seems to be full of tear-stained pillows and sweat-soaked hairdos lacking in pomade or attention. Mitt Romney now pumps his own gas in La Jolla. Continue reading
Sad Things
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Soo, have you heard, Lindsay Lohan, our own special Cocaine Polly Pocket got herself thrown back in the slammer today? Egad! “You’ve got to be kidding. You don’t mean Lindsay Lohan — Freckle Hobo and Walking Millennial Nightmare — Lindsay Lohan, do you?” Of course that’s who we mean.
Yeah, apparently, LiLo will spend the lifecycle of a gnat in lockup.