Certain details of a person’s life should be private. No matter how bloody wonderful you think you are, there is a limit to how much should be publicly shared. Why oh why do Hollywood types feel obligated to share all the silly little details of their personality with us. Starlet Jennifer Love-Hewitt (star of Ghost Whisperer) plunged headlong across the “Too Much Detail” line today when she revealed she blings some of her anatomy. She said vagazzaling is … er… oh bugger let her say it because I`m speechless:
“a friend of mine Swarovski Crystaled my precious lady and it shined like a disco ball.”
First off, Swarovski should smack her with a lawsuit for degrading the product.
Second, this cannot be healthy or safe.
Third, “my precious lady”? Oh give me strength. How old is this person? 9? No self respecting woman names her anatomy such cutsy pie name and expects to be taken seriously. What does she call her breasts? Heathcliff and Catherine? Sid and Nancy? Do tell Ms Love-Hewitt. “My precious lady?” oh for pete’s sake.
Fourth, “like a disco ball”? What? She pulls out a flash light, drops her drawers and shines it on herself? God my eyes, I’ve just burnt my retinas with the imagery. Oh the pain… hurts…
Ms. Love-Hewitt, for future references, this can be called “Bad sharing”. Please make a note of it.
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