Las fotos son horribles y lo único que voy a poner es lo que dice
Michael K, porque estoy muy de acuerdo con él.
Here's Robert Pattinson stoically standing in a junkyard to summon the tiny unicorns back to his enchanted forest hair.
That's not grease and oily build-up covering his tendrils, that's the
syrupy nectar tiny unicorns secrete when they rub their haunches against
his wisps of hair. That's not sparkly dandruff stuck up in there,
that's unicorn sperm. Here's RPattz looking ridiculous in L'Uomo Vogue
and the mop on his head is so damn high that if the angels hung their
faces over the clouds, they could floss their teefs out with the tips of
his hair.
You can laugh at him for wearing that Lanvin coat, but it's not
fashion to RPattz, it's armor! Every time he steps out of his house, the
crazed Twihards who camp in his front yard gutters, throw themselves on
his body. Well, the next time they do it, will be the last time they do
it. Unless....they mistake those things for cone dildos and try to mate
with one. I've made the same mistake too...
And here's also some pictures of RPattz with KStew at a party at the Hollywood Forever cemetery last night. Even his mask look miserable.
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