Sunday Filler

Do you know where your facial plastic cosmetic surgeon dermatologist is? I hope he or she had a better weekend than Dr. Brandt on Easter Sunday offering himself up as a human sacrifice to the gods of youth hoping he was raised to a better place where facelifts and scalpels can live in peace and harmony alongside syringes and fillers. They can work together, right? 

Aside from the round rabbit eyes and huge cheeks
[along with the Martian head], Botox and
fillers appear to cause balding.
What is with the obvious hair transplants and
glued on wig of Lisa Marie Falcone? We
know Dr. Brandt was going bald
30 years ago, but maybe Botox was to blame.

Dr. Brandt was against the facelift but not against the stretching of the neck as we wonder what was really going on with the aged doc since, according to many online news articles, he had a psychiatrist visiting him at his gated community townhouse everyday.

Could he or his gated and guarded community of cosmetic surgeons admit that Botox, and other fillers cause a psychosis and insanity? Dr. Brandt admitted to experimenting on himself over many many years and injected his neck with Botox; oh, what was the worse that could happen? You can't eat or breathe, but hey, it wears off. He was perfectly thin so Botox banishes the fat off that ass since you can't eat as Howard Stern and Beth are the number #1 ass users at the moment, but they need to inject it in their necks to stop food from going down, however, in Beth's case it has to be able to come back up.

All leathered up and ready to go was Dr. Brandt pictured with the cute President and CEO of his skin care line, Stephane Colleu.

Stephane could easily be the spokesmodel for Dr. Brandt's skin care products aside from being the President & CEO.

Hey, Dr. Brandt was a typical plastic surgery addict, they begin to believe they look their plastic surgery age instead of their biological age...he lied by about 10 years...what else was coming out about this doctor before a yellow packing cord cut off his last breath? Everywhere online we read the doctor was 65 years old, try 75, at least.

Notice the President & CEO of Dr. Brandt's skin care line, Stephane Colleu, did not correct the blogger's remarks about Dr. Brandt's real age. The article was written almost five years ago...how OLD was Dr. Brandt? Aside from looking like a dying vampire, I would guess he was nearing 80 at his untimely death.

Botoxed and filled up
as posted on Beth's Instagram
4/11/15 showing that hardened
and bloated cheek area and new
pronounced nose job dent
due to swelling of her nose
from all the cheek filler she got
injected while in LA.

Speaking of getting that face all bloated up and camera ready, Beth was already shuttled back from her free trip to Los Angeles looking quite pumped up with the shiny pasty cadaverous skin so common among injectable filler users and are forced to use heavy pancake makeup to hide their skin from the sun and to try and give it some color.

Photo posted on Beth's Instagram 4/11/15. What's with the huge swollen cheeks, Beth? I see that hard line and ridge on that right side of your face on the cheek and that puffiness is spreading to your fat nose that is in need of a second nose job.

Beth going nuts on Instagram 4/11/15 getting her selfie fix in spite of her huge swollen cheeks with the new, injected filler. No doubt, that's why the photos turned out so fuzzy, to mask the new round of surgical injections on her falling facelift.

Beth was busy on 4/11/15, having another Instagram photo posted of when Howard was in LA for a publicity shot. Howard is showing off his new permed weaved wig with the picture dark and askew to make the old guy look thin. I hope that poor dog wasn't too intimidated and harassed as the animal was obviously forced to pose for this fake publicity shot to make Howard look like a nice person instead of a staged stooge for NBC, the network that airs "America's Got Talent" and are fighting to keep Stern in the back of the closet.

Now, go and take a break and have a smoke on me. Life is too short to not sit back once in awhile and indulge in the vice of your choice. My vice? Oh, you're looking at him.