Ladies and gentlemen, she’s still got it.
And by “it,” I mean, “industrial strength boob tape.” But at least — in this case — it doesn’t refer to the dyed-to-match dog. I hope that thing is at a pet spa. For like six months.
[Photo: WENN.com]
Ladies and gentlemen, she’s still got it.
And by “it,” I mean, “industrial strength boob tape.” But at least — in this case — it doesn’t refer to the dyed-to-match dog. I hope that thing is at a pet spa. For like six months.
[Photo: WENN.com]
Apparently, Perez Hilton’s birthday party theme this year was called the Blue Ball, which… cue the dad from A Christmas Story, and we’ll leave it at that. But it’s always fun to see which people take themes to crazy extremes — you’ll recall Leona Lewis wore a mask last year to this same bash; this year it’s Selena GomezĀ – and which just come for the booze and trot out a regular old dress (ahem, Raven Symone).
Fug Madness 2009 winner Aubrey O’Day is back in resplendent wacktacular form here, with her poofy skirt and neck sleeves and sparkly tube top that may or may not be velvet. Something about the way her necklace hangs there keeps giving me the optical illusion that her top is a bra that has shifted 90 degrees to the side, just like all the hideously uncomfortable and ineffective strapless bras I’ve ever owned. And let’s not forget the piece of skirt lining that’s sneaking up over the high waistline. It’s like Limited Too Goes To The Prom In 1996, crowned with a Chico’s throw. Oh, girl. You epitomize the idea that simply putting on clothes does not an outfit make; sometimes that just ends up with you wearing your Goodwill pile.
[Photos: FlynetOnline.com]
Fug the WTF: Aubrey O’Day
I have no idea what’s going on here. I just thought you should know about it.
I remember when Aubrey used to thrive on being mistaken for Paris Hilton. Now I wonder if she thinks she can trick us into letting her fill the Mean Girls Lohan void in our lives. Well, that, or Tiffany. But the thing is, compared to your prototypical Hollywood bleachy blonde look with neglected roots, I almost PREFER the deep-fried red. At least it says something, even if that something is, “You should see my dog.”
[Photo: Pacific Coast News]
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