Is this a picture of the Glendale Galleria's Hot Topic Employee of the Month, the one who needs to get her gaunt ass over to the food court, pronto? No, it's Katie Holmes! Sweet mother of crazy midgets, someone needs to drag her away from that nutty bastard Tom Cruise.
Look at her! Unless she's auditioning for the lead in Does This Microphone Make Me Look Fat? The Karen Carpenter Story, Tom and his cult religion are fucking killing the poor girl. This looks like a still from a snuff film, a killer in a leather hood standing just out of the frame.
Katie recently collapsed from "exhaustion", and she certainly wasn't exhausted from all the sex she's having with Tom, as he'd sooner shit on L. Ron Hubbard's grave than go near a vagina. I hear Katie's twat has marks on it from where he touched it with a ten-foot pole, but sex? Forget about it.
In less than ten years Katie Holmes has gone from Dawson's Creek to Crypt Keeper. Will Pacey show up to save her?
In other news, Louisville was knocked out of the NCAA Tourney by a guy who looks like Beaker. Once again, sport proves to be a filthy whore.