You can always count on Xtina Tanguilera to make you feel like you need to dunk your head in bleach and then give yourself a face scrub using OxiClean. Xtina never fails to make my pores cry.
She always looks like a lil’ gay boy with a weak wrist and a dangerous obsession with Jem! (aka me circa 1986) did her make-up.
You know that whenever new pictures of Xtina come out, the government breathes a sigh of relief, because they know there’s one less industry they need to bail out: The fucking cosmetics industry.
Here’s the always natural Xtina at Tao in Las Vegas last night with joo-ree designer Stephen Webster.