I don't even know where to begin with this one.

Okay, actually, I do: if Kathy Griffin is indeed doing some canoodling with Adnan Ghalib, as these pictures (which, let's be honest, smell of an Ashton Kutcher PUNK) seem to indicate, then she has worse judgment skills than I thought she did. And I didn't think that she had very good judgment skills. Lingerie shopping with a soul-patched, skankerrific paparazzo who made his name trying to exploit a train-wrecked single mom pop star? Why would you do that?

Oh, right: PUBLICITY. And, hey, Kathy doesn't have kids, so there's no-one to get scarred for life by the constant visual of that soul patch. It's ALL UPSIDE.

(Seriously. This is totally a punk. Pop fiction, for sure.)

(More pics here.) 

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