I need to apologize for the first three posts of the day about hos you could care less about. These Louvre-worthy portraits of Bobby Trendy with his furry pet (who is obviously Lady GaGa’s style icon) and expired Twinkie friend should’ve been the first thing that went up on this site today. I will punish myself by licking (don’t click on that) this picture 10 times in a row. When I’m done, I’ll probably have PKM (please kill me) eyes like Bobby’s tortured glitter baby.
No, I shouldn’t type that. Bobby’s dog isn’t trying to shoot his eyeballs out of his head to relieve some of the misery, I think he just can’t contain his excitement about seeing his icon Johnny Weir spread the glitter on the ice tonight.
Doggy is also a little concerned, because if Johnny falls, Bobby Trendy’s colon will never produce glitter again. Nobody wants that.