Like Gwyneth-with-the-stick-up-her-ass wasn't quite annoying enough, now she's taken a cue from Matuna and has began peppering her speech with Britishisms like "shite" and "pissed." Oh, and she doesn't take "vacations" anymore—she goes on holiday. Barf. I don't know if she's working the whole accent thing like her Sister in Silliness, but I suspect so. As if getting the lukewarm beef injection from some dreary limey (Chris Martin!?) causes a change in one's speech patterns. Plus, what an uptight bitch:
I really don't like drunk women; I think it is such a bad look. I think it's very inappropriate and I don't like it.
Know what I don't like, Gwynnie? I don't like sanctimonious rich girls yapping on about what a great artiste (say it like a Frenchy, por favor!) they are. Nor do I like hearing about how little money you make, when I know you've never gotten a shut-off notice in your life. I don't like your husband's dismal band. I don't like macrobiotics who wouldn't know fun if it punched them in the face. But most of all, Gwynnie, I don't like you.
Oh, and cover that bum!
When she has her baby, will she go to hospital?
That dumb twat is a community college dropout - not that there's anything wrong with that - but her intellectual airs are so grating. And she looked like a fuckin simp in her frothy sack at the Golden Globes.
Posted by: Jules | January 30, 2006 at 02:33 PM
Also, I should add that that's exactly what I look like when *I* bend over naked, but with bigger boobs.
Posted by: Jules | January 30, 2006 at 05:08 PM