At Z100’s Jingle Bell in NYC last night, blanched piece of yam Katie Holmes tried to bring the sexy (Dear Katie, don’t try to pose like John Travolta at the Scientology prom, because it doesn’t work), Robin Thicke looked like a third tier Palm Beach pimp, my mom’s boo Dr. Oz showed up with my mom’s forever arch rival (aka his wife), Miley Cyrus sent my retinas into shock by not giving me a swollen camel toe situation and Lindsay Lohan’s pants ripped themselves off of her body and ran out of that bitch. LiLo looks like a seasoned New Jersey hooker whore whose claim to fame is that she was in “Atlantic City Hookers: It Ain’t E-Z Being a Ho'” and her lips could use an entire tube of Prep H since they’re looking like stage 4 hemorrhoids. It’s a look!
And I appreciate that LiLo’s shirt dress thing is saying what I’m thinking. I mean, I’m assuming that “chic” is the crackie way of spelling “trash.”