Fug Humor

Quotes today that have made me laugh out loud:

From this post:

and her lazy, albeit timeless sweatpants

“albeit timeless”. Why does that make me laugh SO much? “albeit timeless”

From this post:

the pants de-emphasize the length of her legs and can be described stylistically as “avant-garde French clown,”

Also:

“I feel fantastic — and I look it, too! Thanks, Dynapoxilactiphan-Omega-10-X-Plus!”

And finally, from this post:

The boots are fine. I just wish she weren’t dressed like she’s on her way to jazzercize in Neverland.

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9 Responses to Fug Humor

  1. Emily says:

    “and/or falling into a comatose state when you realize that you recognize Jessica Simpson’s fucking hairdresser and, what’s worse, also know — off the top of your head — his full name.”

  2. red says:

    I know – hahahahahahahaha

  3. Cullen says:

    The Lindsay Lohan skelator thing is hilarious.

  4. red says:

    I know – hahahahaha Like … they thought she was doing well … and then she had to go and do THAT!!

  5. Lisa says:

    Oh, man, now they’re on Christian Slater, our favorite ass-grabber!

  6. red says:

    The picture of Bai Ling in that tutu thing is absolutely HILARIOUS. I hope she never cleans up her act. Her outfits are so entertaining.

  7. Lisa says:

    You need to go over and read The Manolo. He watches Project Runway, too!

    Actually, the Manolo must now admit that he has begun to develop the affection for the Santino, who with his wickety-wack, and his greasy, spectral, night-of-the-living-dead features, his lamentable choice of personal dress, and his Lurchish, you-rang voice, would appear to be everything the Manolo would dislike.

    http://shoeblogs.com/wordpress/2006/03/02/project-runway-2-finale-1/

  8. Jen W. says:

    “…except it got blocked and muffled by her veneers and came out as, ‘Um, ew.'” Holy crap. I don’t know how they keep coming up with such high-quality snark. It’s fabulous.

  9. I was just thinking how ridiculously pleased I am that I have no clue what Jessica Simpson’s hairdresser’s name is, but also what a fragile thing my state of ignorance is. I’ll have to guard it rigorously if I am to keep it.

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