Welcome back to the Cannes party scene.
Let’s finish this.
BAHH, BAHH; BA-BA-BA BAHHH, BAHH; BA-BA-BA BAHHH, BAHH; BA-BA-BA-BAAAAAAAAAAAAAH.
SO MUCH PRETTINESS I CAN’T EVEN HANDLE IT.
And now, let us celebrate the Golden Globes winners and losers at their drunkest, accompanied by the bitches too basic to be invited to the actual awards.
Shit, dear readers, we have a LOT of judging to get through. I hope you’ve stretched.
Come along, dear readers. We have fangirling and judging to do.
The AMAs were last weekend, and we have yet to discuss the assorted fashion disasters that music’s icons bestowed upon us.