Jennifer Love Hewitt at LAX. (May 22, 2012) -Photo: Bauer-Griffin, Fame/Flynet, Getty, INFdaily, Pacific Coast News, Splash News, WENN
It doesn’t help to scream about it. Just use stronger rope on the next one.
You brought me to hysterics. Just so you know.
Outpatients are allowed at airports on their day-passes?
It’s official. She found a man. No prowling woman would dress like this.
Teal sweatpants are not anyones friend, what was she thinking?
The scarf makes her look like a hump back and the handle of the rolling baggage actually looks like a cane.
Oh good! All she needs are the cats.
There’s a homeless woman in my city that looks like Jennifer Love Hewitt, but now I’m thinking it may be the other way around.
Well, that’s one way to avoid the security pat down.
“Excuse me, but I had three wedding rings in my pocket before I walked through this thing and now they are gone.”
“Get out of my way! I need to get to Cannes. There are men there desperate enough to date Tara Reid.”
“I like women!!!! Which man out there wants in on the action? C’mon, someone has to find it hot!!!!”
looking old and worn out as usual
“I just want a huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuusbaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand! Why do they keep running awaaaaaaaaay?”
“Maybe I shouldn’t be telling this to a total stranger, but I just had labiaplasty and I’m not looking forward to this 6 hour flight.”
She went full retard.
“No, I really am me. My tits are packed in my luggage.”
“But I AM famous you guys!”
You know what conceals a dumpy butt? Dumpy sweats.
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