Dressed like a weak-handed day-shift dominatrix forced to supplement her income by selling Mary Kay to the old ladies at the retirement community she illegally lives in, Nicole Kidman showed up to the NYC premiere of her movie Just Go With It with her frosty headed husband Keith Urban. (Thank the hell for Keith, because somebody has to keep Sun-In in business!).
Nicole Kidman wore more leather than a Scientology dungeon party hosted by John Travolta. You can send in your complaints to 2-year-old Sunday Rose, because she picks out all of Nicole’s outfits. Nicole said this mess to UsWeekly at the Oscar nominee luncheon on Monday.
“She chooses what she calls ‘pretty dresses,’ so she has a very strong voice in terms of what I will be wearing on the night of the Oscars. Fingers crossed, guys — I could be wearing a tutu!”
Did Nicole miss a few pieces when she pulled out the microchip Tommy Girl implanted into the back of her neck on their wedding day? Because that sounds like a quote TG would type into the iPhone app that controls Stepford Katie’s speech. Nicole better keep a jammer between her ass cheeks at all times so this doesn’t happen again.
Even though Nicole was probably telling jokes, I hope she isn’t. Because then it won’t be long before Sunday Rose and Suri Cruise are announced as the new co-hosts of What Not To Wear.