Trash Project Runway: Michael Is OUT!
His dress was the worst, and it got him booted. But Michael had the best line of the night: “I’m sweatin’ like a whore in church.”
Kayne’s dress was my favorite—but I used to do drag, so go figure. Too much? Not possible.
Sometimes the challenges just seem… a tad.. oh, I dunno… unfair. Who can make a couture, hand-sewn gown in two freaking days? I actually felt bad for Vincent—until he stuck his tongue up the ass the French lady designer on the boat. And must Jeffrey be such a DICK to everyone all the time? I would’ve chucked his shaving ass off that balcony. At least the bastard didn’t win two weeks in a row. Uli took top honors.
I did love the cheese-ball Fraunch moozeek, though. Can’t have too much accordian. But what was up with the egg throwing? Damn terrorists.
Oh, and I’m the only person out there who’s freaking sick of those Market Optical commercials? And that PR promo in which Heidi Klum goes “Ha-Haaa!”? And that pock-marked make-up dude goobs me out.
Oh, shit. Last week I got spanked for talking about who got sent home in the main body of a Slog post. “Put it after the jump,” folks said. Oops. Sorry about that. The rest of my comments after the jump.
Okay, so I didn't ruin anything for the folks who haven't seen the show yet. Michael wasn't out—as anyone who watched the show knows. Vincent is out—at last! But don't tell anyone who hasn't watched the show yet. And Jeffrey won—two in a row, the bastard!
But, hey, don't tell anyone who hasn't watched the show yet!