Tuesday, June 9, 2015

STUPID cunt Carolina Bonetti torments TIM CURRY at Tony Awards

Christ, where DO they get these talentless, nasal-voiced, air-headed Millennials from?

Are they interns? Is that it? You don't have to pay a dumbass twat like Carolina Bonetti to go over and pester stars like shooting fish in a barrel? She's got the easy set-up of holding a microphone and having a camera crew, and celebs who have no choice but to suffer the fool. So why pay for a pro?

Never saw her before. Hope I never do again.

Pretty retarded-looking, isn't she? It's like Madam Tussaud didn't let the wax-job on her face dry properly. Her putty-nose is curving in the wrong direction. Tussaud used over-sized taxidermy deer eyes instead of human ones.

She looks like she's 18 and has a brain made of candy floss.

But if you want to be politically correct, let's just call her STUPID looking. Let's just say that if you saw her in your high school class, you'd assume it was because she was left back five years in a row for being unable to tell the difference between a pencil and a tampon.

Millennials, for all their access to the Internet ever since they were born, have a remarkable lack of sophistication, a stilted vocabulary, no imagination, and the UGLIEST goddam voices on the planet.

The bitches all have that Kardashian-Paris Hilton naggy whine.

Poor Tim Curry. The man is in obvious misery, he's showing up in a fucking wheelchair, he has limited energy and concentration, and he has a DIMWIT yammering questions at him.

I guess he was happy she didn't ask "What's your favorite color?"

But it wasn't much better when she chirped, "How ARRRRE Yew?"

Curry said he was fine (not really, obviously) and that he was glad to see her. That was a lie, unless he meant seeing this bitch was better than being in a terminal coma.

She responded with a greasy "Theeeeenk yewwwww."

Then she yapped, "What is yer fayyy-vrit pirrr-form-mints that yewww half ivver seeeeeen?"

Tim, keeping it brief: "When I saw West Side Story."

Would this horrible tweenager twatlet just LEAVE this poor man alone? Didn't she realize it was a strain for him to concentrate and speak even a few words? Nah.

"Was this in Newww Yirk Sitti er on the Wisss Sigh?"

Curry shook his head. "I saw it in London."

Carolina: "Wunnnn-derrrrr-FAL."

Yes, she spoke it like a lobotomized stewardess. But even a lobotomized stewardess would have enough sense to stop tormenting a stroke victim.

NOW would you LEAVE THE POOR MAN ALONE??? Nah.

Carolina: "And wuttt was yer favorite perrrr-forrr-mints to be a part of?"

Tim Curry, bleary-eyed and grim: "Amadeus, in New York."

Carolina, condescending and chirpy: "Ohhhhh, that's in-CREH-dibble. Think yew SOW much fer sheeering with us today...think you so much fer stopping and chatting with yew...."

Good CHRIST, stopping and chatting? He was parked in a wheelchair and got out a few very short sentences under great strain.

You could tell he didn't want this idiot little bitch bothering him, but that he also wanted to show the world that he wasn't dead yet. One can only imagine how much more livelier or more comfortable he would've been with an ADULT asking the questions. An adult who has seen BROADWAY SHOWS rather than a twit whose culture is going to Hello Kitty sales at the mall.

How much more amateurish does it get, when the networks are so poor they can't hire truly professional reporters and interviewers? Or are they so fucking desperate to appeal to Millennials that they hire turdlettes and tarts that dopey high schoolers can identify with?

Yes, the unsophisticated idiot tweens are the ones most prone to buy shit they don't need, so networks are desperate to skew toward the "demographic" of these dips. Even so, this shave-cunted (I assume) pasta-brained (I believe) Carolina Bonetti demonstrates just how dire and desperate the times have become.

This little bitch has no business holding a microphone. She couldn't even be a sunshine lady at the incontinent ward of a children's hospital. To see her torment Tim Curry is really taking the piss....

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