The last time Kate Hudson threw the brown on top of her head, I toasted to her with a Pabst wrapped in a Rice Krispies treat beer cozy and declared her the new reigning queen of NASCAR glamour, because she looked like the kind of treasured trailer park blossom who submits pictures of herself from People of Walmart to Tits and Beer Magazine’s beauty of the year contest. But Kate strut out onto the NYC set of her new movie The Reluctant Fundamentalist with a Russell Brand wig on her head and this time I can’t toast to shit.
At least I hope that thing on her head can be removed and thrown onto a bedside chair at the end of the night. If it can, they really should’ve dunked her head in a tub of brown dye instead of fixing a wig to her skull that makes her look like she should be discussing topics like “how a lady can free a stuck shit by putting a finger up into her vagina” (please tell me this is true) next to Julie Chen and Sharon Osbourne. No offense to my 4th favorite Conner after DJ, Roseanne and Dan.
However, one way to keep our eyes off of Kate’s head is to put her next to a hot piece in a corduroy jacket. His name is Riz Ahmed and we shall be married never, but a ho can still dream (and fap).
But back to whatever is on Kate’s head, I give it 5 out of 5 ERRRRR faces from the new love of my blog life.