Elton John’s yearly party is super exclusive and tough to get an invite to. Having said that, I’m having a few “What the fuck,” moments.
What the fuck? Simon Cowell and Terri Seymour are back together?
What the fuck? What is that French’s Golden Mustard get-up Dita Von Teese wearing?
What the fuck? Rachel Griffiths in head-to-toe grey flannel? Is she fat or just pregnant? Oh, she’s pregnant. Still…that’s not right.
Bai Ling? Just, what the fuck?
Ugh, I had more to say, but I looked at too many pictures of Posh and now I must sleep…can’t…keep…eyes…open.