Showing posts with label Brooke Hogan. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Brooke Hogan. Show all posts

Monday, June 25, 2007

Dearest Brooke Hogan,


When I look at this picture of you, it triggers the slurricious sounds of Anna Nicole Smith asking, "Do you like my bawwwwdy?"

And Brooke, when I look at this one, only one song runs through my head and it goes a little suhmhin like dis, "Squattin' on a hog, squattin' on a hog, Hulk's little girl likes squattin' on a hog!"

GIVE IT UP CHICA. You seriously need to reevaluate your style 'cause right now you're a cross between Cher in her "Turn Back Time" days (where's a Navy destroyer when you need one?) and your mom (hair-n-make-up). I don't think it's good thing to be compared to women in their 50's. Not that 50 is bad. But you, at your age, shouldn't be like that.

Wednesday, March 7, 2007

Brooke Hogan: Nails Made for Mutilation

Those nails aren't nose-pickers...they're dang brain mutilators! What is it with Ms. Brooke? I think she has the wrong people directing her...Wrestle Mania music ain't. -- Brooke and Ciara are both pictured at BET's Rip the Runway show.