Hilary Duff performed at the Factory Club in leather last night or whenever. Usually, I’d say she looks horse-like and make fun of her singing, reminding you of the time she almost ruptured my bowels trying to hit that high note, but I’ll spare you my childish antics. (Although, she doesn’t look too bad here.) I’m a grown man now and I have to use grown man language. Since I have no idea what grown man language is, I guess this post is over. Fin. Incorporating mistyped French into my sentences makes me sound sophisticated, nes pah? Oui oui.