One way to keep psychotic birds from pecking the blood out of your face is to do yourself up so you look like you’ve already felt the beak wrath of a flock of winged animals.
Ring the crazy alarm, because we’ve got one right here. Katherine (get ready to clear that loogie out of your throat) Heeeeeeeeeeeeeiiiiiggggggggl stepped out in L.A. yesterday with a mop of blond straw that was as frazzled as your nerves whenever she opens her eye roll maker during interviews. This is a look that only a mental hospital butterfly net could love.
What’s worse is that do you how many skin necks on peens shook on the shaft with fear when they got a glimpse at Katherine’s coat? Imagine yourself as foreskin and look. If you don’t act right, your owner is going to cut you off, trim your edges with black leather and you’ll spend the rest of your days trapped on this annoying hag’s body. Buffalo Bill ain’t got nothing on this ho and her wool foreskin jacket.