GOLDEN GLOBES, EVENING GOWNS, DIAMONDS…OHMY!

Golden Globes means on one thing to this ole’ Miss Chi-Chi…..every stinkin’ designer in the world is calling my house to get me to wear their damn old rags. Tom Ford comes kissing my feet, Karl Lagerfeld licking my knees, and old Rasputin himself, Yves St. Laurent comes banging my back door trying to get in and make me wear some hideous frock to the Red Carpet

Well Miss Chi-Chi won’t be brought down to the masses wearing some K-Mart blue light special, like the one old Tommy Ford tried to slam down my throat….no-ser-bob, Miss Chi-Chi will be flashing down the Red Carpet in her Favorite Designer: Hubert M. Pickering, Esq., designer to the stars and hair-weaver of the heavenly.

And that dog-faced Joan and her side-heifer daughter better not same one damn thing about my dress this year, ‘cause I’ll be body-surfin’ her face across the red carpet and digging my heels in her back…..don’t think Miss Chi-Chi won’t, you know how she is when she’s been caught up in a limo with a bottle of Southern Comfort.

Here are few of her favorites, but you have to watch the show to see which one she picks!