It’s happening. This Saturday Night. 11:30 pm. NBC. Yeah Yeah I already babbled on about this mess already. Clearly its important. The greatest young performer of all time is going set the world on fire with her special blend of platinum-tinged crazy.
It’s FIRST FRIDAY in Raleigh tonight (Galleries & Raleigh Times, obvi) so I’ll get the crunksauce out of my system in time for tomorrow’s viewing preparations. To celebrate Lilo’s triumphant comeback, I hope all of her exes out there are tasering themselves in the groin for letting the real life Princess Fiona be the one that got away. These guys (and girl) will probably be doing what I’m doing tomorrow night: curling up in a leopard snuggy, texting randos and sipping chard as Gingergiggles hams it up.
Arguably her proudest moment:
This is the one she should really be kicking herself in the ladyparts for. Minus the whole calling his franchise “Pink Taco.” Ew. But he seemed the most wholesome. Maybe they’ll rekindle when she loses the Donatella Versace look, god willing.