Phoebe Price

All you aspiring supermodels out there should whip out your notepads and carefully study these pictures of Phoebe Price posing for her life at the Farmer's Market in L.A. yesterday. You will be wowed as you watch Chicken Cutlets put the likes of Kate Moss to shame as she poses with everything from a distant relative (above) to a tabloid magazine to a plastic Santa Claus at Rite-Aid. There's not an inanimate object PP can't pose with!

This is seriously like a master class at Barbizon.

There is not a pumpkin in all the land that Chicken Cutlets can't pose with! Last year, PP struck the same "look, my breasts are actually squash" pose with bigger pumpkins. This year, PP decided to go smaller since we're in a recession and all. Yes, PP is sensitive to world issues!

PP is even working so hard to bring you the glamour that she ripped her own pants! Or maybe her dog Henry finally snapped and attacked her ass in the car? Possible.

And is that a "no posing with pumpkins" sign in the last thumbnail? PP queefs (don't picture that or you may bleed internally) on that sign! You can't keep an international supermodel DOWN.

International supermodel Phoebe Price never ever gets a moment off! Even while she's getting a parking ticket, she manages to pose like she's on a cover shoot for Vogue Kazakhstan! Actually, the cop on a bike might have been giving her a ticket for famewhoring on the stroll without a license. It doesn't matter. What does matter is that PP doesn't miss a beat!

Do you think she poses like a pro when she's on the toilet? Of course she does, because you never know when a camera flash is going to go off! Take that, Ty Ty!

BEHOLD! Grab a raw chicken cutlet and worship the hardest working seat warmer in the game. International supermodel and the star of Colonel Sanders' wet dreams Phoebe Price was the epitome of elegance and grace at the Emmys tonight in a ravishing clearance section gown from Victoria's Secrets Clash of the Titans collection.

If there was a sudden gust of wind, we'd really see where the red fern grows. Seriously, that dress is really close to showing Chicken Cutlet's Morris the cat! Thinking about it is giving me heart palpitations. Throw a little Lawry's seasoned salt at me!

They don't even need to bother with going on with the rest of the show, because this is the ONLY moment any of us cared about (I'll blow weed smoke in your face if you agree with me). I mean, look at the second thumbnail. The Emmys golden angel is turning her back and is about to go home, because she knows she cannot compete with the poultry goddess that is Phoebe Price!

International supermodel, premiere seat filler, poultry activist and ginge goddess Phoebe Price showed off her ticket to this Sunday's Emmy Awards, which she just picked up at Kinko's. PP told the paps that she will walk down the red carpet, past the theater and into the door marked "kitchen staff." JOKES! PP will be there, because it's not an award show without her flexing her cutlets in the audience. The real reason Kanye flipped a bitch at the VMAs was because PP was not present, so the chi in the theater was off. PP's like a stick of incense.

And below is a short clip of PP being interviewed at the premiere of Michael Moore's new documentary in L.A. the other night. PP said her Kristin Calamariorwhatever hand-me-down was made by "Catherine Palestina." Methinks PP either meant Catherine Malandrino or Kira Plastinina. Both designers need to immediately file documents to legally change their name to "Catherine Palestina," because PP is always right.

Wait, or maybe Catherine Palestina is Windsor Fashions new head designer. Possible.

It's been a while since we caught up with international supermodel and Hot Babe of the Millennium Phoebe Price and that's because she's been really busy becoming the Donald Trump of the hat world! In this clip, PP talks about how they can't keep her one-of-a-kind superglued creations on the shelves, because bitches keep snatching 'em up! Everyone wants a Chicken Cutlets original on their head! Even that hillbilly prostitot Miley Cyrus has been touched by PP (Not like that, Chris Hansen).

My ass will never be able to afford such chicken-crafted exquisiteness, so I just plop a used Perdue poultry tray on my head and pretend!

The paparazzi lost their minds when international supermodel and premiere seat filler Phoebe Price hit the streets of Beverly Hills yesterday! All cameras were on Chicken Cutlets, because the paps got bored with shooting plants, the sidewalk, rolly pollies, homeless people and the sky. NO! The truth is, HoHan and Susan Boyle were mouth fucking down the street while Miley Cyrus ran nekkid around them, but the paps decided to shoot PP instead. They know what the public really want to see.

And the "I gave up my job at Radio Shack for this" side-eye the pap in the middle is giving sums it all up.

Since international supermodel sensation Phoebe Price has kissed and made up with her arch rival Quween on the Scene, she needs a new nemesis to battle with on the mean streets of Famewhoreville. That's where this blonde lady comes in. We'll call her Tina Yothers for now. Yesterday at The Grove, Tina Yothers went after our very own Miss Hot Babe of 2007. Tina Yothers accused PP of treating her mother/umbrella handler like shit! That's when PP's cutlets started boiling and she let the hag have it with some Dlisted-approved phrases like "pyscho bitch."

As if my cutlet obsession wasn't already at a Level 10, this has skyrocketed it off the charts! Seeing and hearing PP say "Hi whore", is a spiritual experience. Seriously, this video has become my new Sunday mass! Chicken Cutlets chirping to Tina Yothers "you're a drunk stupid bitch" is so my new ringtone. That's how people greet me anyway, so it might as well be my ringtone friend too! Fuckery to my eaaaaars.....

AND AND AND AND AND Phoebe Price also revealed that she's going to be a guest judge on season 2 of RuPaul's Drag Race!!!! !!! !! ! !!!! !!! ! God, you really have been listening to my drunken prayers in the middle of the night. You really have......

VIA The Genius Machine

There was a time when international supermodel Phoebe Price would've shot Quween on the Scene on the spot, but those days are behind us. Yesterday on the streets of Beverly Hills, PP and Quween signed a peace treaty. World peace is possible! Put down your guns and raise a chicken cutlet!

The two lil' famewhores put their differences aside for Quween's birfday (Happy Birfday, Quween!). PP clucked a beautiful song to Quween and then bestowed upon her a special gift. It kind of looks like she bedazzled something she found on the side of the road, but it's the thought that counts!

I know that 99.99999% of you will agree with what the camera dude at the end has to say about this mess, but I respectfully disagree. This is the most important thing I've seen all hour. The United Nations will be discussing this first thing tomorrow morning.

For the second straight year in a row, international supermodel Phoebe Price obliterated St. Angie Jo on the red carpet with her third-degree glamour! PP was the guest of honor (not really) and bright shining star at the premiere of Inglourious Basterds (or however the hell you misspell that shit) today. St. Angie Jo showed up with Brad, because she had to. If she didn't, the heavens would crash down on Earth, killing us all and Brangie wouldn't want that! Because who would pay attention to them if that happened?

When St. Angie took one look at Chicken Cutlets' beauty, she would've packed up her condom dress, her toy lips and went the hell home to soak in the deep fryer some more, because she really isn't oily enough. And don't even say that's poultry lard on PP's face! She's not greasy. That's her natural glow!

But seriously, I do like St. Angie's dress. Mostly because it's really fucking slutty. And it looks like extra long foreskin.