Here’s Megan Fox at the London screening of Transformers today, and I’m a little confused why she felt the need to cover up. Because dressing like you’re going out for cosmopolitans and being in a movie with talking cars from outer space isn’t going to magically transform (hee hee) you into a serious actress. Not that it really matters to me. She’s freakin’ hot. She could kill me with a car bomb and I would haunt her house just to fold her laundry and take care of the dishes.
When could Hurricane Patty form?
