Wednesday, September 22, 2010

Tyra. Honey.

Sugar.

Baby.

You know I love your product. You know I enjoy what a bat-splat crazy monstrosity you are.

Right?

But seriously.



Predatorial.

Still not a word, no matter HOW many times you, Nigel, and that terrifying stylist from Sex and the City say it.

Also, whoever the stylist was who dressed the girls in black Michael's craft store feathers from the cheapest bin in the back, and leftover Sandy's Makeover pants from Grease? Needs to be fired, for foisting that lame suggestion of "fallen angel" on my eyeballs. The girls managed to make Orange Jay look good.

And Orange Jay? Was wearing his wings upside down.

Yeesh.

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