While I was waiting for Better Off Ted to start a week or so ago, I got stuck -- okay, sucked into -- watching the last half-hour of some terrible competition show on ABC called The Superstars, in which athletes are paired with celebrities (or "celebrities," ahem, Dan Cortese And Your Overwhelmingly Freshly-Ironed-Looking Face) and then compete in teams at a bunch of physical challenges resembling decathlon events. And for no apparent charitable purpose. Anyway, they stuck model Joanna Krupa -- you might remember her from such sensitive photojournalism as that in Maxim, FHM, or Teeze magazines -- with pro-football player and semi-professional douchediva Terrell Owens. And she got so sore at him for their losing effort that she cursed a blue streak in his face and refused to shake his hand. As I said to my husband, if you can make Terrell Owens look like a good sport who's being wronged, then you are either a) the biggest jackhole on Planet Asshead, or b) on Tony Romo's payroll, because he just wanted to sit at home and giggle while someone stomped around screaming in his ex-receiver's face.
Still, her fairly idiotic appearance on that show made seeing her in this outfit all the more satisfying for me.
That's not a shirt, that's a costume from Nancy Kerrigan And Friends' Salute To America's Most Depressing Bathroom Wallpaper. And if it's not, then I sure hope she KNOWS she's lactating lace flowers. That's an embarrassing thing to find out when you're already out of the house.
Still, her fairly idiotic appearance on that show made seeing her in this outfit all the more satisfying for me.
That's not a shirt, that's a costume from Nancy Kerrigan And Friends' Salute To America's Most Depressing Bathroom Wallpaper. And if it's not, then I sure hope she KNOWS she's lactating lace flowers. That's an embarrassing thing to find out when you're already out of the house.
