A few weeks back, I saw Angelyne under the harsh lights of supermarket. She was honestly the most frightening thing I have ever seen in my life. She had obviously had numerous plastic surgeries, and her face looked like a lump of play-doh upon which several inches of industrial-strength make-up had been clumped. And she squeezed her body into a series of pink clothes that might fit a Barbie Doll, but certainly not her.

The good news? I lost my appetite and bought significantly less food.

posted by opus  at 12:42 PM