Saturday, December 5, 2009

Penny Lane

I just had popeyes with Faye on Thursday and already I'm crumbling slowly inside for more crunchy chicken skin and heaven-filled fries dipped in mashy mashy potatobombs. I'm so distraught with desire, I'm literally clutching my pearls. And by pearls, I mean my balls.

So Penelope Cruz was interviewed by Marion Cotillard (How awesome? Dizzie would love this.) in the latest Interview and much as I love my P.Cruz, I'm not so much feeling the pics.



Is it just me or do they look just a tad unsavory? It looks like she's one of those women who think its okay to catapult out of bed and straight into her diamonds and then proceed to commence her hectic daily routine of wriggling around the floor while swinging on chains and you're thinking, Umm are you gonna shower, madame? Because diamonds are neither scented nor do they magically expel hair-oilyness upon contact with your skin. Its true that you're uber gorgeous. But its hard to find you sexy when I'm deeply overwhelmed by a great great need to push you under a roaring showerhead.

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