Showing posts with label Kirsten Dunst. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Kirsten Dunst. Show all posts

Saturday, August 15, 2009

Kirsten Dunst

I like this.


From the neck down and crotch up. I think that dress is wickedly cool and belongs in an art show. But those shoes look like something that belongs in Star Trek: The Adventures of Porn Planet and her make-up is looking like Evan Rachel Woods’. That eyeliner is certainly more than Captain Sparrow wears on any day, and that’s even more blush than I’ve ever seen on Sienna Miller. And that’s saying something. Point is, I think I would’ve given this a thumbs up. But then Kirsten had to go ruin it by adding that make-up and those shoes. In situations like this, my sister and I often sing a special song we made up to show our (un)appreciation: way to go _____, way to go! *clap clap*. So in this case it would be:
Way to go kirsten, way to go! *clap clap.*

Tuesday, August 4, 2009

Kirsten Dunst

Well. Um. Hiya…Kirsten. Long time, no see. Eye contact, eye contact. What? No, I didn’t say anything. I hope her sparkles and feathers don’t come to life and attack me. Huh? No, I don’t hear anything. Nope. Not a thing. What do I think of your dress? Well, quite honestly…it’s a…um…
ALRIGHT I CONFESS. IT LOOKS LIKE IT CAME FROM A DRAG QUEEN SHOW OF ANASTASIA COMPLETE WITH RUSSIA’S NATIONAL BIRD SEWED INTO YOUR SHOULDRES AND LIKE IT GOT ELECTROCUTED BY LIGHTNING AND IT’S HAVING A FOURTH OF JULY PARTY ON YOUR SKIRT AND I CAN’T SEE YOUR EYEBROWS.
What? Who said that? Honestly, some people just can’t shut their mouths.