The only Grammy party I was invited to, seems to be the only one that really mattered, not because the most A-Listers were there, but because Joanna Krupa was there, something the average person wouldn’t really care about, and something one of her pervert fans from the 90s when she was really hot, would think happened a decade too late, but something her amazing attention seeking dress tells me nothing else in the world matters..
The party was put on by my good friends over at OK MAGAZINE …who do celebrity gossip and celebrity bikini pictures better than most…even though I hate celebrities and everything about them…even though I have a site based on celebrities…which I know makes no sense, but this isn’t about me, or the reasons I do what I do, or don’t do things I should do, like go to these parties to stare at this amazingness…focus on what’s important here…this motherfuckin’ dress yo….
BONUS THAT ISN’T REALLY A BONUS