You Can’t Keep John Travolta’s Wig Down For Long

What I mean by that is that somebody should’ve snatched that carpet sample off of his head, because it is dreadful. Anyway, for the first time since everybody learned about the terrifying adventures of John Travolta’s man finger-eating whirlpool anus, he put on a brave wig and came out (not like that) to honor Shirley MacLaine last night. No, John wasn’t presenting Shirley with the Sally’s Beauty Supply Lifetime Achievement Award in Lace Front-Wearing. Shirley was the recipient of the AFI Life Achievement Award and John was there to honor her. I really don’t know who’s wig game is worse: Shirley or John’s. Shirley’s looks like it’s slowly shifting off of her head and John’s wig is laid like a sod square.

The likes of Meryl Streep, Dakota Fanning, Mena Suvari, Melanie Griffith and Jennifer Aniston thought to themselves, “That is such a realistic wax figure of a Vulcan Dracula” as John Travolta spit out nice words about Shirley. I appreciate that John is showing us what Eddie Munster would look like if he grew into his widow’s peak, but damn. Bitch needs to pull out his payroll sheet and erase the name of the ho who keeps buying his wigs at Leonard Nimoy’s yard sale.

And if you were about to announce the countdown for the inevitable “Angie’s fame whoring leg vs. Aniston’s fame whoring leg” battle, save your bref.