Ashlee Simpson, What Do You Want For Christmas?
“Oh my God! Thank you! Thank you for asking me something real. Every single time I go out, those guys from TMZ or whatever just want to know about Pete or Jessica or my dad. Or they want to know if my nose is real — which it totally is, by the way — or what I’m planning on getting worked on next. Gawd! Or they dredge up that stupid Saturday Night Live thing where it looked like I was lip-synching because my drummer hit the wrong button. Or they dredge up that stupid Saturday Night Live thing where it looked like I was lip-synching because my drummer hit the wrong button. Or they dredge up that stupid Saturday Night Live thing where it looked like I was lip-synching because my drummer hit the wrong button…” [awkwardly dances away, as answer continues]
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My co-worker walked by 20 minutes ago, saw that picture, and began doing this asthmatic version of “Pieces of Me.” Now it’s stuck in my head. I hate you.
Zac…there’s no way she’d know what the word “dredge” means…
she looks delicious in that pic.
mmmmmm.
You go, I’m winded.