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Oh, so that's why the Oscars sucked

Gawker gets to the bottom of why James Franco stank up the joint:

Sound the alarm! A breach in Hollywood's hull! A high-profile celebrity was not physically flawless at the Academy Awards! For James Franco, Oscars co-host and pothead hero, had a pimple. Though expertly concealed and treated, one would imagine, with the finest anti-acne treatments known to man, the Oscars chin pimple of James Franco would not be thwarted. At left, James Franco on the night before the Oscars. At right, James Franco onstage at the Oscars, chin pimple subdued but undeniable. (And most well-hidden during the drag sketch.) I can sympathize with the awful experience of waking up on the morning of a momentous occasion to discover that weeks of stress and agony have funneled themselves into a single, aching sebaceous gland on your face? Makeup is a double-edged sword: Though it covers the pimple, it also feeds it, and the pimple grows crustier and more bloated with every successive swab of makeup. So did James Franco pop his giant chin pimple after the Oscars? Imagine the glorious release: The pus and blood of many restless nights pouring forth onto a face that he may smear and sully, for it is no longer contractually obligated to be Oscars eye candy. Imagine it like the virginal wedding nights of yore, a blood-stained sheet waved as a banner from the site of consummation.

David Letterman is going to have some fun tonight.