Vogue threw some kind of fashion fundraiser event in L.A. yesterday, and I only know two thing: first, we were told not to show up, and two, number one really pissed us off because nobody knows more about high fashion and overpriced clothing, not to mention anorexic female models, than we do. Nevertheless, we still snuck in, natch, and saw a couple sights in the form of Katy Cocktease and her full-bosom rack with her ever-hint of cleavage, and our belusted no-doubter, Gwen Stefani, far too stylish for our tastes, but still one of the women we have warm thoughts about each evening as we put our heads to sleep on our original Han Solo Star Wars pillow cases.
Two women, four boobs, one swank party. It sure beat another night at the Sizzler salad bar smelling the Bac-o bits for ripeness. Enjoy.
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