We've been sent this photograph a lot in the last few days, along with e-mails that say things like, "WTF?" and "Has she lost her mind?" and of course, "Brenda and Kelly would NEVER have worn this." That last point IS probably true.
But then my sense of justice won out, and God help me, I decided to do poor old Drunkface here a solid: AnnaLynne is in costume here for a performance with Treasure Island's "Sirens" show in Las Vegas. Therefore, rest comfortably, readers, because she has NOT (yet)(that we know of) lost her mind or turned into a Peldon, or decided to run out for Diet Coke dressed like Jabba the Hut's cleaning lady.
She MAY, however, be self-medicating with loincloths to dull the pain of her day job on 90210. But at least they are not loincloths of her own choosing. I mean, a girl can't very well gyrate with the swashbucklers on a big fake pirate ship wearing boyfriend jeans and a hoodie, unless perhaps she is in costume as plucky stowaway who sneaks above deck at night and secretly steers the ship off-course so that it lands somewhere with cheaper Happy Hours. But there are extremely low odds of sexy results with that, and it wouldn't get her very much attention -- and who can blame her for wanting a bit more of that? She's probably desperate to be in the press for something other than her accidentally hilarious day job, at which she does one of two things: "emotes" via tiny convulsions, or speed-talks through the clumsy scripts. The former is simply unfortunate, but the latter secretly might be a clever attempt to get through it faster; both combined, however, could be a potent and overdue nod to her hair twin, Jessie Spano, meaning we'll find out in two weeks that Drunkface's character is hooked on caffeine pills that have her so excited, so excited, SO SCARED. Seriously, that's how bad the show is -- I'm actually rooting for it to rip off Saved By The Bell. And fast.
But then my sense of justice won out, and God help me, I decided to do poor old Drunkface here a solid: AnnaLynne is in costume here for a performance with Treasure Island's "Sirens" show in Las Vegas. Therefore, rest comfortably, readers, because she has NOT (yet)(that we know of) lost her mind or turned into a Peldon, or decided to run out for Diet Coke dressed like Jabba the Hut's cleaning lady.
She MAY, however, be self-medicating with loincloths to dull the pain of her day job on 90210. But at least they are not loincloths of her own choosing. I mean, a girl can't very well gyrate with the swashbucklers on a big fake pirate ship wearing boyfriend jeans and a hoodie, unless perhaps she is in costume as plucky stowaway who sneaks above deck at night and secretly steers the ship off-course so that it lands somewhere with cheaper Happy Hours. But there are extremely low odds of sexy results with that, and it wouldn't get her very much attention -- and who can blame her for wanting a bit more of that? She's probably desperate to be in the press for something other than her accidentally hilarious day job, at which she does one of two things: "emotes" via tiny convulsions, or speed-talks through the clumsy scripts. The former is simply unfortunate, but the latter secretly might be a clever attempt to get through it faster; both combined, however, could be a potent and overdue nod to her hair twin, Jessie Spano, meaning we'll find out in two weeks that Drunkface's character is hooked on caffeine pills that have her so excited, so excited, SO SCARED. Seriously, that's how bad the show is -- I'm actually rooting for it to rip off Saved By The Bell. And fast.
