Mischa Barton arrived on the set of her TV show The Beautiful Life in NYC yesterday looking like a mangy cat dragged her out from the gutter in front of some crack house. But to play fair (insert queef here), most of us look like this when we've just rolled off of the bathroom floor we passed out on the night before. I won't even give any mirrors the side-eye in the morning, because I just don't want to deal with watching them dry heave. And Mischa is doing better than me, because at least that bitch has a fag stick in her hole. I should be so lucky!
And Mischa wants to you know that's not cellulite on her legs. NO! Those evil doers Photoshopped it or it's the sun playing tricks on her or it's her thighs weeping at the sight of those fugly ass Regal Beagle diaper shorts.