Let’s not kid ourselves, LeAnn Rimes is batshit crazy and probably weighs as much as Adele’s arm, but if you’re gonna be both of those things the least you can do is walk around LA without a bra. If I have to listen to you talk about how you think your mailbox tells lies about you or how you saw Bigfoot in Taco Bell once, it would be nice if I could stare at your rack while I nod and back away slowly.
Arm yourself with the best jokes for your large foreheaded frenemies.
