Heidi Montag and The Real Housewives of New Jersey star Danielle Staub having lunch at Cafe Med in Los Angeles. (April 4, 2011)
When did Janeane Garofalo start waiting tables?
sigh…I was too slow.
So instead I will just say this joke is too obvious.
Any joke that tries that compare the likeness of a celebrity to the one being made fun of obvious…not unilke those kids who just repost other popular comments on YouTube to get ranked higher.
Danielle Staub expresses surprise at finding herself sitting with “one of the help”
“I’m not here for cigarettes or bubble gum, my boy. Can you tell me the name of the person who broke the record on that game over there, and where I might find him?”
(i.e. It’s Centauri on the right)
Montag: *just don’t make eye contact..just don’t make eye contact.*
Staub: “WHO LET A NI**ER IN HERE?”
While Danielle is impressed by Deshawn’s girth, Heidi maintains her streak of never having seen an actual penis by looking away at just the right moment.
I gather they are so paralyzed from plastic surgery and botox that they hired the guy in the foreground to chew their food for them.
Staub was overheard to have said “OMG! I want my tan to be that dark.”
Star Wars: The Crone Wars
Now if we could only confirm that that is the back of Sam Jones III’s knobby little head, we’d have a regular hat trick of useless celebutard douche baggery. Or is that an unholy trinity? Meh.
IT must have been a slow week in Hollywood when Fish has to post 2 Heidi Montag images in the same week. BTW:When did Spencer dye his hair black and shave his beard?It makes him look just like Danielle Staub.
Danielle “It’s really your full time job to pose Heidi like a mannequin?”
“I’m sorry Ladies, I’m afraid we have a ‘60% Actual Living Tissue’ requirement for patio dining…”
This is my vision of hell
There’s so much plastic in that group that they could make 80 Barbie Dolls no problem.
When I think about how much money they spend to look this garish it reminds me that my crushing student loan debt is chump change.
“Now the night of the fight, you may fell a slight sting; that’s pride fuckin’ wit ya…”
She walked right into that fart.
“Hi, I was just over there eating and I wanted to inform you that my anaconda don’t want none unless you’ve got buns hun. What’s that? Oh, THIS is an anaconda.”
So it’s really true that, pound-for-pound, you girls are 80% post-consumer recycled content?
And then the waitress realised that she had died. And that this was Hell.
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