But it’s a mean kind of laughy, you guys. Not the nice kind of laughy, like when a baby’s head is so big that it’s just disproportional and it can’t keep itself upright and just flops to whatever side the head is leaning to. That’s HILARIOUS.
No, this is the mean kind of laughy. Like when an irate hobo throws something gross at one of your friends.
In the current issue of Harper’s Bazaar, Demi Moore is talking about things. The picture of her in the pink champagne dress is lovely, even though I hate lucite shoes, but whatever. Nothing in the interview stood out until I saw this excerpt:
REALLY?
REALLY?!
Here’s the picture that Demi claims is the ‘original.’
Okay?
Meanwhile, here’s a side-by-side comparison of “Demi’s” cover and a picture of runway model Anja Rubik.
Photoshop, Photoshop, Photoshop of Horrors!
It’s not even a possibility anymore – it’s right in front of our faces. Seriously? Seriously?! What makes me all laughy in a mean way is that she’s still trying to convince us it’s her.
(There’s like a 2% chance it’s actually her. And a 98% chance that her head was superimposed on the model’s picture – but a different picture, to account for the arms being a little different – and then her arms were fattened up and her legs slimmed down using the Liquify tool. So easy.)
Jesus.
