Poor, poor James Franco. You'd think flashing an armpit would be enough to get people to forget about his less-than-stellar job as the co-host of the Oscars last month, but you'd be wrong.
Recently Bruce Vilanch, who started writing jokes for the biggest awards show in the universe when Franco was still just a boy dreaming performance art dreams, gave an interview about what went wrong that fateful night in February (long story short -- Vilanch blames it on Franco's crazy schedule).
Yesterday, Franco responded to Vilanch by Tweeting the pic at left which shows the pair together and a word bubble coming from Vilanch's mouth that reads "James fucked up the Oscars. Trust me, I know comedy. I mean, come on, I write for Bette Midler."
Ouch.
It's OK, James, we still love you. And we still love you, too, Bruce. Give us a call, boys, if you want us to help mediate.
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