I’m talking about Mr. Lisa Marie. We’ll get to her in a quick second. Mr. Lisa Marie is not helping her condition. The woman is probably nauseous and wearing shit like this would turn the strongest stomach. It looks like Snoop Dogg’s version of Tom Petty as Willy Wonka. The band of sequins on his hat can stay. I’m gay, I like sequins.
Here’s Mr. Lisa Marie with his heavily knocked up wife leaving Madeo restaurant last night. She looks like she’s pregnant with a small African village, so I will forgive her for wearing platform flip-flops. Platform flip-flops should be tortured and executed with their dead bodies left out for the vultures to pick on. They don’t even deserve a proper burial.
The dress is hot though. I want to give her a candlestick and have her glide through my house singing, “He’s here, the phantom of the opera!!!”