Jonathan Rhys Meyers was at Macy’s in NYC yesterday whoring out his new cokey juice for Hugo Boss sporting a little evil skinnystache. This is the kind of shit that should only be worn by cartoon villains who stroke that shit while plotting the end of the world. Or something. Actually, moustaches with eating disorders are also for smart cokey faces who want to wear a stache, but are afraid of getting too much nose sugar all over it. That way JRM can snort without having to worry about his stache getting covered in disco snow. Well played.
And if you ever need to find the way to Colombia and don’t have a map handy, just look into JRM’s eyes and he’ll show you the way.
This is an open post. Talk about JRM, skinnystaches or whatever else you want to rant about on a Saturday night. If JRM isn’t your poison, I also threw in some Jakey G at the Santa Barbara Film Festival yesterday. Jakey should find out who’s grooming JRM’s skinnystache, because he needs that bitch to work on his damn brows. Power bottoms shouldn’t go around with pube bushes over their eyes.