AMIT WEHLE

One of my weekly gigs is writing for In Touch Magazine. Now, I know what you’re saying: what do Amit and In Touch have in common? Nothing. Except for a $2.99 cover price and a 24/7 passion for celebrity pain.
Once a week I receive an email with six to eight pics of our Hollywood elite: posed on the red carpet, snapped at their movie premiere or en route to an enema or court mandated tanning. My task is simple:  insult, humiliate and word-play the fashion choices of these stars.  Usually I do this work while wearing a red pajama onesie and one of my wife’s pashminas wrapped around my head like a yuppie turban.

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