I don’t know what’s worse about this picture — Condi’s dress or Bob’s facelift.
Boy, I remember when I thought Mel Gibson was about the yummiest piece of manflesh on the hoof. Now he looks like some sort of crazy Catholic/Mormon whack job who really should have listened to the advice about sunscreen. Yeah, I know he’s probably wearing all that facial hair for a movie. Still.
I ask you: What did we do for amusement before the internet? We had to wait for Spy magazine to point these things out to us.
Man, am I beat. My mouth feels as though it were coated in some sort of bacterial film. Think I’ll go drink some tea, get into my flannel jammies and pack it in early. Tomorrow we’ll catch up, eh?