Paris Hilton, Lindsay Lohan, Nicole Richie, and the Olsen twins are back to fight off the culprit who's spreading crabs all over Hollywood. And just who is Captain Crabs? He's none other than Wilmer Valderrama from That '70s Show.
The superhero group The Superficial Friends comprising Lindsay Lohan, Paris Hilton, Nicole Richie, and the Olsen Twins, find themselves in this episode lured into the lair of diabolical fanboy Harry Knowles, who first threatens to write a bad review of LiLo's latest film, and then reveals he just wants to turn them into love slaves. How do they get out of it? Nicole choke holds one bad guy with her thighs, LiLo's breasts beat up another guy, and one of the Olsens turns into Bob Saget.
Singer extraordinaire Fiona Apple and mini-mogul Mary-Kate Olsen.
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Socialite/philanthropist Brooke Astor divided by society lady Lynn Wyatt= Mini-mogul Mary-Kate Olsen
(Thanks for the twisted idea, blythe15)
The superhero group The Superficial Friends is made up of Lindsay Lohan, Paris Hilton, Nicole Richie, and the Olsen Twins. In this episode, they find themselves lured into the lair of diabolical fanboy Harry Knowles (the awful writer from Ain't It Cool News). First, he threatens to write a bad review of Lindsay's latest film, and then reveals he just wants to turn them into love slaves.
Experts conclude that unless something is done to curb our consumption of the juggernaut known as Miley Cyrus, Inc., she will go the way of the Lindsay Lohans and Olsen twins of today. All of those entities, says a noted entertainment scientist, "were bountiful entertainment resources that our overconsumption reduced to smoldering remnants." He continues ominously, "We are burning through Miley at a far more aggressive rate."
You know sometimes when you're on the bus or working out and you wanna a little light reading, but don't want to be caught reading looking at the pretty pics in those awesome tabloids? Well, behold the prototype for a product I'll be debuting at the next American Inventor: the New Yorker magazine sleeve to put over all your embarrassing guilty pleasures. Why does anyone but you need to know that you're reading about the Olsen Twins in InTouch instead of a serious piece on Afghanistan in the the weekly smarty-pants mag?