The day is young, I know. First, there were the non-shirtless picture of Mah Boo with a bellybutton-less Kathy Griffin that made my nipple holes frown, and now here’s Leighton Meester on the set of Chismoso Girl with her cankles deep in studded shit. Thursday is more like Hurlsday.
Aren’t they supposed to be like fancy ~fashionista~ types on Gossip Girl who won’t even shove a tampon up their twat unless it’s made by Hermes? But yet shit like this flies? You would think that a trick who made a foot fetish tape would be more respectful of her feet and what goes on them. How can Leighton stare into the foot mirror in her solid gold trailer and think that wearing a pair of UGGs that look like they were made by minions during Hell’s craft hour using the hallowed legs of a minotaur and the shit berries of a hell hound is okay. It’s not okay. Leaving a mound of pooch poo on the sidewalk is illegal in Manhattan, but wearing those things out in public is not? Way to give a bitch mixed messages.
I watched an episode of Animal Hoarders last night where the chick kept her dead kittens frozen in the freezer right next to her ice cream. The thought of eating Blue Bunny ice cream infused with freezer burned kitten air doesn’t gross me out as much as that shit on Leighton’s feet does.
It’s like somebody thought those UGGs were thirsty creatures from Dante’s Inferno and tried to murder them dead with round bullets. Well…since I put it that way….