I just saw a recent picture of comedienne Joan Rivers that made me want to throw up. Her face is now stretched tighter than a piano string; her mouth and snout bear more than a passing resemblance to that grotesque "cat-woman," Jocelyn Wildenstein.
"I've had so much plastic surgery," Rivers told The New York Times earlier this year, "when I die they will donate my body to Tupperware."
Ironically, she's become the industry's worst poster child. I'd rather have my jawline...
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