Oscar Fug Carpet: Rashida Jones

Alas, all that time baking under the fluorescent lights of The Office has cooked Rashida's noggin. She should never have BELIEVED John Krasinski when he told her they'd turned the Oscars into a picnic. Did she really imagine Peter O'Toole would consent to sitting cross-legged on an ABC promotional beach towel with Evangeline Lilly's face on it, munching on tuna salad, sipping weak Mimosas out of tiny plastic cups and trying to figure out if there were ants up his pants or whether his skin was just dancing from the illicit excitement of Jennifer Hudson's boob popping out? I think not. He would NEVER risk getting a chunk of tuna caught in his dentures.