Hey, guys, remember Jojo? Super young girl who sang world weary songs about how that boy at YMCA camp totally done her wrong, or something? Didn't you wonder what happened to her? Neither did I. But here she is at the Teen Choice Awards:
Wikipedia tells me she has an album coming out at the end of the year, and good for her, I say: from what I remember, the girl CAN sing. But who cares about SKILLS? Let's talk about her outfit.
Wikipedia tells me she has an album coming out at the end of the year, and good for her, I say: from what I remember, the girl CAN sing. But who cares about SKILLS? Let's talk about her outfit.
- How cute of her to match her bag to the sign.
- WTF is going on with the bodice on this thing? It COULD be awesome. Or it could be just too similar in effect to what you'd get if you pasted tiny bits of aluminum foil to Ace bandages and wrapped them around your boobs. So let's go in for the close-up:
I...don't....know. This seems needlessly complicated in an unflattering way. It reminds me a bit of a duck's bill, which is one of the LAST things I want on my boobs (a list which also includes vomit, and any of Carrot Top's extremities). But perhaps I merely don't UNDERSTAND this particular teen's choice.
