Oh for the fuck of shit. I’m sorry for the salty language, but trust me the ladies at my childhood church would be saying the same thing. It really is the end times, and some sort of supreme being is going to come flying down here on a hover Roomba and get us all with floods, face-eating bedbugs and lightening bolts.
And we’ll deserve every last bit of it, because we allow the following to exist:
This is so wrong on so many levels. They’re competing for plastic surgery. For plastic. fucking. surgery.
Found at Pajiba, where their editor said:
“¦ and this is reality television has come to. Think “Bridezilla” crossed with “Extreme Home: Makeover” on your face, and that’s what E!’s new show, “Bridalplasty” amounts to. Twelve future brides will compete for the opportunity to look nothing like what their future husbands signed up for. Complete a challenge first and have the fat sucked out of your ass. Come up with the best wedding invitations, and have your vagina surgically reconstructed. Fantastic!