
Now look, the last thing I want is to jostle my jabbering jowls like a PEZ-DISPENSER propelling PELLETS of precipitous postulations so PREACHY that I make REV. JIM JONES serving Kewl-Aide…look more LAID BACK than a RECLINED LAZY BOY on the SIDE of SLANTED STEEP SLOPE, okay?
But truth be told, nowadays we DROOL over celebrities the same way Gargamell would DROOL over a seasoned sautéed Smirfette sulfate with the drunken munchies, alright?
They are the precious-pretentious-pod-pipers-of-popularity and we're the foolish-fawning-flea-farm-of--f*ckheads following the out of key melody of their lush, lavish, luxurious lies they live that should be like poison to our ears.
Listen, they have a job where they PRETEND to be SOMEONE ELSE, SOMEWHERE ELSE, doing SOMETHING ELSE. And don't PRETEND like they don't…cause they're f*ckn' ACTORS, remember?
Yet, we adventurously admire and adulate the fake, farce, fictional freak-a-zoids like they're best thing since SLICED DOUGH. Ironically they've spent the preponderance of their DOUGH on being SLICED twice as much than that loaf of Wonder Bread!
EVEN IF…the baker was a SAMURAI SWORD
Swinging stunt double for Tarantino's Kill Bill Vol 2 cinematic blood baths!
Now hey when a civilian says the term 'PLASTIC SURGERY' it refers to maxing out a MasterCard. When a celebrity says it, they're referring to Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays at the
Joan
River's Clinic.
Honestly, don’t deny
SILICON
VALLEY isn’t populated by a parade of
SILICONE
VALLEYS!
Really folks, an average archetypal actress is an air compressor away from being a rubber sex toy!
Oh yah, nor do I mind if Blow-up-Bootaylicious-Betty is being an AIRHEAD or making me feel the effects of INFLATION on a first date cause she's just such a DOLL that manages to leave me BREATHLESS!
Christ's sake, at least my Blow-up-Bosom-Babe has an excuse for FAKE TITS, FAKE LIPS &…She's REAL enough NOT to FAKE ORGASMS!
But look, now there's PEZ PELLETS everywhere, f*ck it, E! True Hollywood News is on.
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