Attending the Oscars looks like the most boring thing in cinematic history. All that clapping, all that sitting, all those snooze worthy acceptance speeches for even more snooze-worthy categories (sound mixing?). If weâre ever invited, weâll have to politely decline and see if we can worm our way into Elton Johnâs Oscar viewing party.
Not only would our attendance help The Elton John AIDS Foundation, but weâd get to chill with the biggest hodge-podge of stars this side of the red carpet. Where else can you find Victoria Beckham and Kelly Osbourne mugging for the camera? No where. Well, maybe heaven. Or is it hell? We canât tell anymore.
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Bai Ling sure knows whatâs up, and it isnât her tolerance.
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OMG! Eric McCormack has a moustache. Itâs a miracle Janet Holden and Kevin Zegers escaped with their lives. (Moustaches are the second biggest celebrity killer. âSoul patchesâ rank as the worst. Facial hairs no laughing matter. Get the facts.)
Dita Von Teese and Zac Posen. Famed fashionistas or Satanâs little helpers? Only their dry cleaners know for sure.
Poor Keifer Sutherlandâs too gone to realize Sharon Osbourne has concealed two nukes in her titties. One false squeeze and heâs a goner.
Well that mysteryâs solved.
If Sharon Stoneâs not careful, sheâll bust one of Eltonâs stitches.
Speaking of being careful, didnât Cheryl Teigs get the warning about standing so close to Vincent Gallo?
Because itâs ainât a party without Tara ReidâŚ
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Victoria Beckham really needs to learn how to smile. Poor David.