Walking into a restaurant and seeing Twit and Twat’s constipated mugs plastered on the wall is like finding a pubic hair in your clam chowder. Or a booger stuck underneath a table. It’s a disgusting surprise that nobody ever hopes to see.
This one time, I got a pizza from Domino’s and underneath the pepperoni I was about to consume I found a ginge pube. No lie. When I see Heidi and Spencer’s faces I get that same sick feeling in my gut, like when I found that kinky ball hair floating somewhere between the cheese and pepperoni, slathering itself in the grease. That being said, I still ate it. Well, if it’s covered in grease and cheese, then it’s okay!
Here’s Hollywood’s not-so-favorite manufactured douchebag couple immortalized on the wall (for what, I don’t know. It’s not like they cured cancer or anything) of Wolfgang Puck’s restaurant, “Cut” on Friday.
Twit and Twat were “honored” and said it “felt better than winning an Academy award.” Of course you two dolts would say something stupid like that! Last time I checked, they didn’t give Oscars out for being dumb whores with Chiclet teeth and Tupperware titties.
These busted ass flunkies join George Clooney and Jack Nicholson as the other portraits on the wall of “Cut.” Twit and Twat in the company of Clooney and Nicholson? Everything is wrong with that. Everything.