Oh, GWYNNIE. You really took everyone squawking about your ultra-mini mini-dresses to heart, didn't you?
And, on a personal note, I'd just like to say that I am going to miss you when your PR obligations for Iron Man are over and you go back to transcribing macrobiotic meal delivery menus into calligraphy so as to make them appropriately upscale before you stick them to the front of your refrigerator, or whatever it is you're doing most of the time now. No one can find exquisite, expensive, super-high fashion clothing that almost succeeds, yet still brings with it a strong stench of total wackadoo the way you do. It's been fun, don't you think?
