George Clooney and his award show escort Stacy Keibler took their work relationship to the next level last night by being photographed together while leaving a party at the Toronto International Film Festival. If you really don’t know what to say about this, just let the lady on the left’s “Somewhere there’s a family of hungry, homeless chicks without a nest… CALL PETA!” side-eye speak for you.
Is this bitch serious in a for real way? The only thing she has to do is wear a fancy dress that doesn’t clash with the threads of star dust in George Clooney’s hair and wear his favorite scent (Eau de Brad Pitt’s Nipple Sweat), and this is what she comes up with? A dress that will only look okay on a toddler at a Valley of the Dolls-themed funeral and a ratty nest that looks like a beady bead stuck up between a Sasquatch’s ass cheeks? No, bitch, no. If you stuck a man anus hole on the top of Stacy’s weave nest, John Travolta still wouldn’t stick his tongue on it and that’s saying a lot.
It’s going to be a long (insert the number of weeks you bet in the “How long is this Stacy and George shit going to last?” pool at work) if this is Stacy’s idea of looking hot.