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June 9, 2006

Jessica Fugson

HEATHER: I wonder if we should finally do something with that Jessica Simpson dress that everyone's e-mailing us about. It is ugly.

JESSICA: I know. But, ugh. It feels like it's been covered.

HEATHER: Yeah, it's possible everything's already been said about it. Also, I'm still just really sick of her. I can see her beady little eyes through those sunglasses, and I can feel a headache coming on already.

JESSICA: I know. It's like I don't even have the energy to make fun of the dress because she makes me so very tired.

HEATHER: Sweet GOD, though, that this is terrible. It's like if Salvador Dali painted a seascape that he thought existed somewhere in Dante's second ring of hell. It's beyond awful. It's not even flattering.

JESSICA: And the shoes. Usually these people can at least get the shoes right. It hurts me when they don't.

HEATHER: She looks rough. I feel like having no friends and being the big PR loser in her divorce war is kind of turning her into a kooky recluse.

JESSICA: It's about time. I've only been waiting, like, two years for her to retreat into her mansion and draw the shades.

HEATHER: Seriously, where did she get the idea that people in the outside world wanted to be exposed to that pattern? She's the lucky one; she's wearing shades. They protect.

JESSICA: Maybe Ken Paves told her it looked good. And then transferred a bunch of money to a Swiss bank account.

HEATHER: Maybe Adam Levine once told her that he gets horny at surrealist toga parties.

JESSICA: Or maybe Joe told her that if she didn't do something dramatic to get herself back in the public eye, she could be... replaced.

HEATHER: It worked. She is just a step away from Muumuu City in that travesty.

JESSICA: I do wonder if, now that everyone's more interested in  Ashlee's nose and Nick and who he's rebounding with, she'll finally go all Sunset Boulevard on the world.

HEATHER: Haha. "I AM big. It's the tabloids that got small."

JESSICA. Right. With a turban! Oh my God, if she'd worn a turban with that...

HEATHER: Turban's are a washed-up diva's best friend.

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