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Someone who doesn't know my ass very well asked me who I thought was the best dressed last night and and my answer was and will always be: WHO CARES! Picking out a pretty dress is easy! It's so easy a MiserAlba can do it. The men and women who really deserves some attention (and heavy amounts of extra chunky shade) are the ones who rolled into a truly busted outfit and bravely smiled through the fugness in front of all the cameras. Because it takes a lot of work to look that fucked up and we should give them the recognition they deserve. So here's my favorite messes from last night in no particular order.

Piper Perabo - The car cover for my mom's old Buick got a second chance at life when Piper used it to make a ball gown that Cinderella would've worn if her Fairy Godmother was a pervert who just wanted to see her nipples. If you were walking through the woods and heard the voice of crazy calling at you from above, and you looked up to find a nekkid ass Sharon Stone caught in a parachute stuck in the trees, she would look just like Piper Perabo. Piper's dress told me that yes, she does acid. And Piper's curious poses told me that yes, she does acid AND Ecstasy.

Melanie Griffith - Okay, Melanie's dress was totally normal, but the scene she gave on the red carpet was a totally different story. The way Antonio Banderas held her up and dragged her across the carpet... The way she kept those sunglasses on.... I really thought it was a Weekend at Bernie's situation until I realized that Melanie probably got a quick glance at Piper's posing and was knocked back by the DRAMA!

Zooey Deschanel - I shouldn't look at the top of a dress and think that my dog's idea of heaven would be scooting across it. AstroTurf for your titties is not the look.

Sarah Michelle Gellar - The worst ad for MiO Water EVER! I'm not sure I wanted to know what it would look like if I was swimming at the bottom of a pond in Smurf Village and looked up just as all the Smurfs started to piss into the water. That being said, I want that dress as my next screensaver.

Lea Michele - We're living in a world where Lea Michele is Beyonce in her own head and we're also living in a world where nobody told her that she looked like a mermaid linebacker from Chernobyl.

Amanda Peet - The good news is that her 1-year-old daughter now has a cribskirt for almost every day of the week.

Jessica Chastain - I KNOW! I can already hear it. Everybody thought Jessica Chastain was the epitome of perfection and is what would grace your eyes if you looked at an angel's pearl necklace under a microscope. But I just looked at Jessica Chastain and saw a really bad Swoosie Kurtz circa 1989 impersonation.

I will say, though, that Jessica is someone you want in her life. When Giuliana Rancic was interviewing Jessica on E!, she loved everything. Jessica said she LOVED Giuliana, was such a fan and has also been dreaming of coming to the Golden Globes ever since she was a little girl. Yes, Jessica is one of those people who loves everything. So she's definitely the person you want to tell when you've just found out you have Gonorrhea. You'd be like, "Jessica, I just got back from the doctor and he told me that being a bareback slut finally caught up with me and I have Gonorrhea now." Jessica would keep a smile on her face and be like, "Gonorrhea?! That's my favorite STD! I love gonorrhea! I'm a huge fan. I'm so happy for you!"

Thomas Jane - I did not know that Knott's Berry Farm let you keep the costumes after you take a picture at one of their old timey photo shops.

If the Oscars are the main party, the Golden Globes are the pre-party and that means the People's Choice Awards are the keg party in the parking lot before the pre-party. The drinks are served in red Solo cups, the dessert is store bought peach cobbler served in the red Solo cup your drink was in and hos who can't get into the main party are settling in the back of a pick-up for the night. It's a mess, basically. So hos who are going to the Oscars and GGs usually save their best dresses for those shows and wear something from the reject pile to the People's Choice Awards. Case in point: Jennifer Lawrence who led the parade of retina-burning fuggotry last night.

Jennifer Lawrence is supposed to be the hottest shit on the scene right now, so I'm assuming she's got a glam team (or "barf team" to those of us who don't have glam teams) and not one of them stood back while thinking to themselves, "We made this poor bitch look like a fish trapped in a net during a storm." Don't get me wrong, fishnet IS the fabric of our lives, but I shouldn't be looking at this picture and waiting for the late Captain Phil Harris to snatch her up and throw her onto a stainless steel table for sorting. This Sea of Fug look might've worked if they dropped a Gorton's Fisherman hat on her head or gave her a boat necklace or something. But they didn't and so Jennifer Lawrence was a category 5 mess last night.

And here's a few more from last night's The People Should Not Choose Since They Named Lea Michele Best TV Comedy Actress Awards: JL with Liam Hemsworth, Matt Boner, Mop Head, Whitney Cummings (who was creative enough to act out her last name with her face), Miley Cyrus with Liam Hemsworth, Tracey Gold, Ginnifer Goodwin, Ashley Greene, Kathy Griffin, Alyson Hannigan, Hillary Clinton, Vanessa Hudgens, Miss Mexico 1981, Lea Michele, Kelly Osbourne, Ian Somerhalder and Jennifer Morrison (wearing the hanging crochet planter from your grandma's sun room).

Take a moment to bow your heads and mourn the old copies of Sassy Magazine you kept in a Chinese Laundry boot box underneath your bed in your childhood room at your parent's house. Because for some reason, they have crawled all the way to Miami and committed suicide by exploding onto the body of Vanessa Hudgens as she strolled with her piece Austin Butler yesterday afternoon. That crocheted monokini plus those dreadful ass overalls equals a whole lot of NO. Bitch looks like a permanently hungover Spring breaker in Panama City Beach, FL who ran out of booze money and was forced to get a quick job as a house painter. Overalls are only okay if you're still in diapers, building an outdoor deck or making moonshine on a shopping cart grill. Otherwise, just say NOPE.

Vanessa needs to stop thinking she's Vanessa Huxtable. Bitch puts the NO in Lisa Bonet. Oh, don't you miss the old days when pretty pretty princess Zac Efron would pick out Vanessa's outfits, so she wouldn't step out of the house looking like the tragic carcass of fug collapsed on top of her?

In the cafeteria of an Irish retirement home somewhere, a table is missing its cloth...

LeAnn Rimes and high fashion go together like Eddie Cibrian and monogamy, but that didn't stop her from trying to look avant-garde at last night's benefit for The Trevor Project in L.A. last night. LeAnn's jockey needs to lead her back to her stable to feed on a clue, because this look will never be the look on her. LeAnn looks like a parched watercolor pony wearing an oversized cape and those shoes should only be worn by the gothic carriage horses of the evil queen in a Tim Burton movie.

LeAnn wore this green vomit mess for one of three reasons:

1. Thirsty bitch needs more attention and is trying to give birth to pregnancy rumors.
2. LeAnn accidentally swallowed the lime seed she sucks on for dinner and it made her feel like a bloated fat fuck, so she covered up.
3. LeAnn wanted Eddie's pinched eyes to sparkle something extra so she wore his favorite color: the color of cash.

I'm going with #3.

If the fringe curtain that hangs over my cousin's bedroom doorway and the grease-stained old chinoise wallpaper in my grandma's kitchen were used to make a costume for a chorus skater in an Ice Capades version of The World of Suzie Wong, it would look like the mess Blake Lively wore to Gossip Girl's 100 episode party in NYC last night. That shit is made of so much fug that there's no way you could find one ho who would gladly use it to floss her twat. But there's Blake trying to sell that fug dress like a Tijuana child selling a box of chicles.

My favorite part is how Blake's actually doing the "hand on hip, sway back" pose. THIS BITCH would do a basic pose you learn your first day at that piece of amateur shit modeling school John Robert Powers (I can say this as an alumni of JRP's rival school Barbizon). Fall back all the way, Blake, because you ain't doing the pose, the pose is doing you.

And here's a few other messes from last night's party including: Leighton Meester, the most beautiful woman there Chace Crawford, Ed Westwick (who is prune-ing till he makes it), Penn Badgley, Hooker Megan from Melrose Place with Matthew Settle and Michelle Trachtenberg.

Shoes should not look like they have hairy bunions oozing out shit on them, but try telling that to Christian Louboutin who is telling hos they better empty out their pocketbooks into his hands if they want some Siegfried & Roy shit on their feets.

I mean, has it really come to this? Are we as a society really spending thousands of dollars for shoes that make us look like we're about to chase after some antelopes or sing about the circle of life. Do you really want to look down and think of King Mufasa plummeting to his death? I guess Blake NotSoLively does, because she wore this mess on the set of Chisme Niña in NYC yesterday. I swear Blake's dog keeps looking at those shoes like she wants to start a fight with them. Or maybe she thinks those are Scooby snacks on the toes.

The only reasonable reason for wearing Aslan's sawed off paws on your feet is if you're fucking with a freak who has a Narnia fetish and a shoe fetish. Even then, get these instead.

It's pretty obvious that Philip Treacy is a hat-making sadomasochist (hatomasochist?) who cackles himself into a jizz bust from seeing rich ass celebrities wearing a swirl of WHAT THE SHIT? designed by him on top of their heads. Philip could sew his label into a KKK cone covered in bedazzled possum shit and fancy bitches would still trip over each other to get their hands on it. I mean, look at Sarah Jessica Parker at the VRC Oaks Club Ladies Luncheon in Melbourne. Bitch has a giant black sperm on top of her head! Now, my ass says a Dionne Warwick prayer every day for black sperm to fall on top of my head, but I don't know if SJP does. If you step back and let your imagination roll around in the gutter, that bitch's hat almost looks like a Dune slug 69ing a shiny black sperm. I think I love Philip Treacy for this.

You know who I don't love? The audience at the VRC Oaks Club Ladies Luncheon. When SJP is sitting there with a serpent-like thing over her head, it is your duty to scream at her, "THERE'S A NO-EYED SNAKE ON YOUR HEAD!" Philip Treacy will blow you an air kiss as the room fills with echoing neighs and dust from fast-moving hooves.

Putting the whore in Whore-O-Ween, Wonky McValtrex showed up to some stupid party in L.A. last night dressed in costume as one of my childhood heroes, She-Ra. Seeing this useless piece of dried pussy vomit as the most beautiful and strongest goddess in Eternia should make me punch out my eye until it's as wonky as hers, but it doesn't. That cheap ass costume looks like it cost about $2.99, which is $2.98 more than that gutter-snatched dildo is worth, and so most hos probably didn't even see She-Ra in this at all. Bitch looks more like Alice the Goon working as a cocktail waitress at a Caesars Palace knock-off casino on the outskirts of Reno where the drinks are cheap and so are the handjobs behind the broken slot machine in the back.

The fact that Wonky thinks she can pull off She-Ra is as funny as the fact that her purse probably cost $2,000 and looks like it was a budget special at Claire's. Everything that cheap whore touches turns to cheap. Breaking news.

One way to keep psychotic birds from pecking the blood out of your face is to do yourself up so you look like you've already felt the beak wrath of a flock of winged animals.

Ring the crazy alarm, because we've got one right here. Katherine (get ready to clear that loogie out of your throat) Heeeeeeeeeeeeeiiiiiggggggggl stepped out in L.A. yesterday with a mop of blond straw that was as frazzled as your nerves whenever she opens her eye roll maker during interviews. This is a look that only a mental hospital butterfly net could love.

What's worse is that do you how many skin necks on peens shook on the shaft with fear when they got a glimpse at Katherine's coat? Imagine yourself as foreskin and look. If you don't act right, your owner is going to cut you off, trim your edges with black leather and you'll spend the rest of your days trapped on this annoying hag's body. Buffalo Bill ain't got nothing on this ho and her wool foreskin jacket.

Jessie J always looks like Madeline Kahn in Clue going to a costume party at a Czechoslovakian club as Nicki Minaj, so Forced Foolery is that bitch's middle name. But now I can't even look at the galaxy wallpaper on my MacBook without picturing Jessie J's labia lips trying to suck me in. That is some Lost in Space shit and Jessie J is not right for making me think that Will Robinson is going to pop out of there. Jessie J needs to take the emergency exit and fix herself.

Bitch just wore that so strangers can come up to her and say, "I can see your black hole." Guess what, Jessie? The doctor says the same thing to me during my annual health department-appointed ass exam and I don't even have to wear a MAC wallpaper catsuit to hear it.