@ArmCandy: EXACTLY, amiright? PLUS WHICH, if you're so concerned about a fucking dress code: SAY SOMETHING IN ADVANCE. She'd seen the band, she knew what they were like. If she wanted a string quartet to wear tops & tails and play Haydn, she should have gone to the Philhar-fucking-monic instead of Aunt Jay.
Livvy was all, "I can't control my flying monkey." As if! But someone bumped her shoulder at a rawk concert , she was too traumed anyway. Nevan's a cokey cretin, but Aunt Jay's (genius btw) "music" really was teh suckdom.
I almost can't hate Liv's bitchcraft, she at least seems to have self-awareness: Wake up, Polyanna, we're all horrible frauds here. Get over yourself.
Erin should be spayed. Horny half-wits running around can lead to unwanted litters, no good.
This bitch can't even pull off being the low-rent version of Heidi Montag. I see Miley Cyrus winning an Oscar before I see this hag being cast as a dayplayer on any show that has a call sheet.
Some enterprising film student should round up all these ambitious but untalented "reality" bimbos and himbos and charge them a couple thousand dollars apiece ("investment in your future") to appear in a sure-to-be brilliant romantic comedy. Spend a few weeks shooting (with no film in the camera) and then tell them months later the distributor reneged. Repeat as necessary to satisfy student loan officer.
What about Olivia as Lindsay Lohan? She could star in OMG, I Know Who Killed Me, Too! as a bright young New School student who has a serious accident (or was it!?!?) in the Swayduck that puts in her a coma. When she awakens, she is convinced that she is Xujk, a strip-pole aerobics instructor at the Union Square Crunch who lives in Sunset Park and summers in East New York. Due to the accident (or was it!?!?) she now has a prosthetic nostril. Bizarre emails from NSU Czar John Kerry seem to hold clues to her real identity and the real meaning behind her C- in Modern Mini-Skirt Seam Tutorial. Meredith Baxter, Lark Voorhies, and Alex Winter co-star.
Seeing as her range of emotions seems to stretch from bitchy to haughty to bitchy AND haughty (now with more condescending judging!), maybe Regina George and Georgina Sparks roles would be a more realistic goal.
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I got geek-excited when secretly-smart Whitney said "you couldn't care less" right before lego head sputtered out something like "either nor," ugh.
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And in conclusion: what a stupid whore.
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I almost can't hate Liv's bitchcraft, she at least seems to have self-awareness: Wake up, Polyanna, we're all horrible frauds here. Get over yourself.
Erin should be spayed. Horny half-wits running around can lead to unwanted litters, no good.
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"I...am...your singing telegram!" Bang!
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I love Munchos to this day. They are the stoned person's Pringle.
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