That sexy implant ripple is honestly the least of her aesthetic woes…

Just another Barbie doll…

Oh, that’s right… “Music Awards”. I almost forgot.

Somewhere in the seventh layer of hell, Jocelyn Wildenstein just shed what would have once been called a tear.

Divine really let himself go. Jesus.

Funny, somewhere along the way someone referred to this event and others like it as a ‘trophy toss’.

So the new female pop-star schtick is gaming the style of drag queens? A damn shame, those performers are a damn sight better, lip sync and all.

“What, voices in my head? I should burn them all? No, that would be wrong! I couldn’t…. Hmmm… Well, voices in my head, you make some good points there. Okay, let me get the flame thrower out of the limo’s trunk. “