This sassy bitch is going places.
It’s been done before, but this is the first time a computer-generated resurrection has taken my breath away. Moral and ethical complications aside, this is pretty fucking cool.
I’ll take an iconic starlet made of ones and zeroes and summoned by technological witchcraft over a living celebutard any day.
All hail King Joffrey, Protector of the Do-rags, Lord of the Awkward Sweater Alliance, and the one true Gangsta.
Well, at least Jon Snow is getting some poon.
Ugh. Handing out my Netflix password like parade candy finally bit me in the ass.
I hope everybody’s Saturday night is chugging along in a spectacular fashion like mine is. If not, this high-calorie helping of sparkles and bass oughta help. Don’t spill your drinks, now.
It’s a fine line, really.
This kind of reminds me of the scene in Game Change where Julianne Moore as Sarah Palin watches Tina Fey on SNL doing Sarah Palin. And then of course I wonder if the real Sarah Palin saw Game Change and watched Julianne watching Tina and how the universe was able to handle Palinception and not just break.
[blatantly racist remark passed off as a “preference”]
[exaggerated cock size]