Ugh. Icky, puckered Lizzie Grubman and her icky, puckered black trim that looks stapled onto the dress as part of some community-service "Gee, sorry I ran over you with my SUV, but I was really tired that night from all the drinking... of WATER... that I was doing" state-mandated craft project sponsored by K-Mart.
Why do people encourage her to leave the house? I can't wait until her overtanned hide turns to chapped leather in about ten years.
