Katie Holmes regularly makes me want to stick my head in a litter box. She might be the hottest robot since Rosie from the Jetsons (instead of a French maid's uniform she prefers the early 90's French roll) but I'm sick and tired of seeing her everywhere and hearing about every time she blows her nose.
The only time I want to see Katie is when she's locked in a bathroom slugging Scotch and coming up with fun things to use Suri's name with...much like this: