I get it, it’s art. It’s all subjective. And that girl from Yale Drama who won Best Supporting Actress was quite impressive. But, c’mon, Amy Adams boobtastic got completely snubbed at The Oscars. Forget her film which also didn’t see a trophy, this isn’t art, this is science. The science of ginger hottie bare melons, on constant 70’s cleavetastic display throughout the movie, and, for the briefest of moments, completely bare.
When this snubbing occurred, I thought, go on, take the high road and say it was an honor just for Amy Adams’ funbags just to be nominated. But the low road is where I feel more comfortable, and comforting, specifically of Amy Adams sweet teats. Those flesh twins of joy got completely robbed. I demand a recount!
