Hello and welcome to today's edition of Celebrity Wrap Up.
Now, one would think that since I love Lisa Loeb, animal print, and pink that I would be more appreciative of this ensemble. However, I'm afraid this might be the only thing of Lisa Loeb's that I'm not a fan of.
I'm not sure which part of Chris Brown's attire is more gay - the blue heart on his shirt, his Hello Kitty pink watch, or his pink shoelaces? Apparently going out with Rihanna is turning him soft.
Oh, Jessica, sweetie. Your pants, in both of these situations, are a world of no. Please hire a stylist soon. You really need to pull it together.
Poor little Suri. Look at her cries for help. It's almost as though you could hear her screams, "Please help me! Save me from this looney tunes who's passing himself as my father! I'm being kidnapped! Amber Alert!!"
I think this is the first time I've ever seen Max Lion, Christina Aguilera's son, up close and personal. And, since I was taught to say nothing when you have nothing nice to say, I have nothing to say about this picture.
Please Mom, hold me tight. Don't let that crazy man get a hold of me again. He terrifies me!
I realize Erykah Badu's hair is her signature thing, but it's so awful. All I can think about is how badly it must smell. How would one wash such a mop?
Teri Hatcher must have extraordinary balance. Otherwise, her enormous head would topple her right over.
Shanna Moakler should not be making that face with a piece of gum in her mouth. Is she in Junior High?
Um, excuse me, Zac Efron, but that straw hat is not doing much to hide your gay face. At least it's hiding your dirty hair.
I don't know if anyone else is like this, but sometimes I'm just a mean, rotten B word. Yeah, I said it (although why I'm editing the word when it's already displayed in the comic I'll never know). It's true. I am. Or, at least, I can be. If I'm tired, grumpy, stressed, what have you, get on my last nerve and you'll be sorry you did. I wish I had more power to control my bitchy self, but sometimes I just can't. My face gives me away. My tone gives me away. My rolling eyes give me away. Heck, I'm a mess. It's a good thing those that know me know not to take that stuff personally. Otherwise, I'd be in a world of pain all by my lonesome.
And then I remembered - not only was he the bad guy on The Patriot, but he was Malfoy's dad on the Harry Potter movies. Of course! So, I asked him for a picture and then created total chaos, as after I recognized him the entire audience jumped up and mobbed him. Ooops. I tend to do that sometimes.
To the untrained eye, this *might* look like a little happy family. However, if you look closely, you'll see Katie frantically searching for an escape method. 
Oh, look. My Dita Von Teese dress-up doll has a new outfit to play with. Hooray!
Somebody call the Fashion Police stat! Hayden Panetierre seems to have broken into Lindsay Lohan's house and stolen her leggings and her Hefty lumberjack shirt. Poor thing.
Britney Spears first item of business as a parent? Enrolling her son in a "How To Be A Thug" training class. Nice.
Sloppy, thy name is Mischa Barton. Are those acid washed jeans?
Ouch, apparently someone doesn't like to be un-friended on Facebook.
Who sends out passive aggressive holiday cards? That's just too much!
Of course, my favorite Monkee was always Davy Jones (remember when he was on The Brady Bunch and kissed Marsha on the cheek??), but any Monkee was good for me. :)
