Stylish rocker Pete Wentz is opening his own beauty parlor in his hometown of Chicago. Of course, because this is Pete Wentz, it will be a punk beauty parlor. Because nothing says punk like a bunch of eyeliner-wearing guys with their hair in curlers, paging through old issues of Elle.
Pete Wentz is one confused dude. Half of him wants to be Sid Vicious, and the other half wants to be Charles Nelson Reilly.
I'm glad that Pete has finally realized his true nature and decided to open this beauty parlor. Maybe now he'll dump that silly bitch Ashlee Simpson and find a boyfriend. Jared Leto is available, I heard.
