El hombre se dedica a proteger y para eso le contratan y va la amargada y le dice que no le toque. ¿Esta de qué cojones va? Ese hombre se habrá desinfectado la mano después de tocarla. Cree que el truco de la gorrita le funciona pero va a ser que no. Se sabe que no es la de Rob pero como está muy desesperada, hace lo que sea. Verla arrastrarse de esta manera es gratificante. Esta hace lo que sea por ser famosilla de cuarta.
“Don’t fucking touch me, dude!” is what the paps say fell out of Kristen Stewart’s mouth this morning when a bodyguard tried to help her walk through the crowd at Pearson International Airport in Toronto. It warms the core of my cunt gene knowing that supposedly spending weeks Emo-ing into her bong over shitting on RPattz’s sparkly heart hasn’t changed her miserable bitch ways.
KStew wore RPattz’s dirty hat on her head AGAIN and this means that either: a) The prop master of the staged production known as her fake relationship with RPattz hasn’t collected it yet or; b) KStew wants the dried unicorn sweat from RPattz’s enchanted forest hair on top of her head as much as possible; or c) That actually isn’t RPattz’s hat. KStew stole that hat from a hobo she bitched out after he looked at her funny. Shifty hobos and RPattz do have the exact same fashion sense.
While promoting On The Road at TIFF yesterday, The Associated Press asked KStew if it’s going to be awkward promoting the last Twatlight movie in November with RPattz and she only said, “We’re going to be fine. We’re totally fine.”
Some of the crazed Twihards on Twitter think that means ROBSTEN IS UNBROKEN and real, authentic true love isn’t dead, so they don’t have to spend the rest of their nights bawling into the pile of dead cats they didn’t take care of, because they’re too torn apart to leave the house to buy cat food. But to me this just means that Robsten’s contract has expired and at the premiere of Twatlight in November, they’re both going to behave themselves and won’t scrap over that hat while Bear Pattinson cheers RPattz on.Mirad a la diva, le molesta que la toquen.
Más imbécil y no nace. ¿Qué ha pasado con su chico? Ella hablaba maravillas de él. ¿Será que ese guardaespaldas era para el circo y como ya no hay, se acabó el contrato? Esta se cree que está buena o que atrae a los hombres que no sea Ruperto. Es que es subnormal. Ella intentó ahcer el papelón de víctima pero su verdadera cara no tarda en salir. Una muestra más de los despreciable que es.
Le dan hasta en el cielo de la boca a la muelle flojo. Y los comentarios siempre son un complemento perfecto.
Oi vey, they were never going out together in the first place - I have seen more chemistry between between a slug and some salt. That being said, she still had a relationship with a married man - dingbat
It's either that or she doesn't have any fashion sense or she's just a dull, boring twat. I'll go with the latter.
Staged relationship, staged break-up, and soon a staged reconciliation just in time for the last Twatlight. Hollywood studios used to be so much better at pulling these thing off. I guess the internets make it more difficult to execute a con.
This whole thing: from the original "relationship" between these two ersatz emoters; to the gap-lapping in the front seat of an economy car for the "privacy loving" female; through to the "will he or won't he forgive her?" drama is as convincing as a WWF match. I don't watch professional wrestling, and I've never read nor watched a "Twilight" enterprise.
Oh, and I'm "fine" with that.
The last dollar will be milked from "Lite" and these "stars" can buy strip rental properties in San Clemente and never be worried about being touched again.
This fake drama is as dumb as Aniston/Jolie.
I loved On the Road as an impressionable teen, but there's no way I can picture her as Moriarty's lovah. They just cast her because she sells tickets to their demo and she's trying to leave Bella behind.
Her cap looks rank--and isn't the brim supposed to go in front?
That fucking sweatring on that hat. GAH. Nasty ass whore.
c) That actually isn't RPattz's hat.
We all know what she is playing. She manipulates everything. Always use something that shippers can identify and keep believing that they are a couple. This is an immature bitch that needs attention. It's as miserable as ever.
Sad that the only way they could drum up diminished interest in this franchise was to sacrifice the dignity and marketability of the female star.
#sunrise sunset
This soap opera will keep on keeping on until the Twatlight premiere. It's all part of the marketing onslaught to whip Twihards into a frenzy.
Or something.
Just tryin' to make this interesting y'all!
They'll be back together for the movie, and then break up after its opened around the world and been released on DVD,
Because True Love Waits, and all that bullshit.Como vemos, la gente está harta de ella y de su mierda. Saben que todo es su juego para vender y saben que es miserable. No sé que intenta exactamente con todo esto pero está consiguiendo que cada vez la odie más gente. Una cretina engreída a la que no la traga nadie. Si está jodida porque su novio lame axilas se quedó con sus hijos en LA, que lo pague con otro.
Okay, this nasty little whore needs to cut the crap and man up. Stop playing the martyr already. You screwed up your bromance (because no way are you really a girl) so own it and move the hell on. Seriously, it's been over a month now and it's old. Stop wearing his clothes, stop acting so butt hurt. You are NOT the victim and your are NOT sympathetic, so suck up your stupidity and try being nice for a change.
She has the body of a 13 year old boy. Why on earth would anyone risk their family life for a romp with that is beyond comprehension.
So now we know for sure she is a shitty actress.
EDITO: En el patético mundo de las borregas desesperadas, todo es de Rob. La gorra, de Rob. Las gafas, de Rob. La camiseta, de Rob. El colgante, un regalo de Rob. La pulsera, un regalo de Rob. El anillo, un regalo de Rob. El pantalón, de Rob también. ¡Por supuesto! Rob abre su armario e invita a que coja lo que lo quiera. Están tan reventadísimas que no quieren ver que una muelle flojo de 40 kilos, no puede ponerse los pantalones de un hombre que pesa 45 kilos más.
Dan mucha pena, demasiada. La desesperación les puede. El cerebro lo tienen frito. Pobres infelices... Por cierto, esa camiseta es la que llevaba en pillada con Rupert. Enfermas, ¿qué significa eso?
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