How dare you, Emmy clothes-watching jerks!
So I didn’t watch the Emmy’s. The now famous Evangeline (go talk to her in the Batcave) likes that stuff, but not me. I like to make up my own awards. Just the other night, I awarded someone on The Biggest Loser: “Most likely to be voted out.” And I was right, too. They got rid of the black couple, cause I guess fat people are racists.
But I did read this morning that the amazingly beautiful and talented Elizabeth Mitchell was put on the Worst Dressed list. They said her necklace wasn’t nice. And then some other sites said other mean things. And then, since I was looking, I saw that one site’s worst dressed was another site’s best dressed. So what the hell is that? I am not even gonna link them all ’cause it annoyed me. How dare they say anything bad about Elizabeth. Next year, I am going to go to the Emmy’s and stand in front of her because they are not worthy of her beauty.
Picture me strolling down the red carpet wearing a mesh half shirt and a loincloth made out of lady midgets. And I would be wearing those shoes that make you jump higher. Oh yeah. That’s fashion.