1] Did you fart? …Cuz you just blew me away.
2] Are yer parents retarded? …..Cuz ya sure are special.
3] My love fer you is like diarrhea. I just can’t hold it in.
4] Do you have a library [pronounced li-berry] card? …Cuz I’d like to sign you out
5] Is there a mirror in yer pants? …Cuz I can see myself in em.
6] You might not be the best lookin’ guy [or girl] here, but beauty’s only a light switch away.
7] I know I’m not no Fred Flintstone, but I bet I can make yer bed-rock.
8] Yer eyes are as blue as window cleaner.
9] If yer gunna regret this in the mornin, we kin sleep til afternoon.
AND.. the best for last:
10] Yer face reminds me of a wrench. Every time I think of it, my nuts tighten up
Monthly Archives: August 2010
>Just For Giggles: Top Ten Southern Pick-Up Lines
Filed under Funny, Just For Giggles, Southerners
>The McDon’t Decay
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Filed under Food, Funny, McDonald's, Not Funny
>A Political Fable With A Truly Transparent Moral
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“I have told you repeatedly that I wear nearly no clothing,” said Princess Nikki, “yet you continue to question me as to what I am wearing. All of you know who I am and you know I have nothing to hide, so why would you question the fact that I am wearing nearly no clothing?”
Filed under Nikki Haley, South Carolina, Vincent Sheheen
>An Emmy Stream Of Consciousness
Filed under Bob, NBC, Rant, Reality TV, The Emmys
>Emmy Fashion
>The Great
Claire Danes…simple and glittery like the Emmy she won last night.
The Best
Glenn Close is so sleek and chic, and then she stripped the bed and wore the sheets to the Emmys.
The Worst
Filed under Bad Fashion, Bob, Good Fashion, The Emmys
>More Of Nikki Haley’s Dirty Words
- Reading and writing – little things that have something to do with education.
- Colleges and universities – places that have something to do with education.
- Homework – what kids should do after school other than watch TV.
- Vouchers for or against, a major issues about school funding in South Carolina.
- Kindergartens a place where education begins.
- Foreign languages – something that’s useful in dealing with most of the world.
- Arts and music – an important part of any education.
- Athletics and physical education – yes, we’re ready for some football.
- Online learning – the fastest growing segment of education.
- Nutrition – something good for kids other than junk food in schools.
We were ready to include “principals” but we found she included it but misspelled the word as “principles.”
Fifty percent of South Carolina’s general fund is spent on education. Haley’s so-called education “policy paper” is less than 1,300 words – the length of a regular newspaper article.
Filed under Nikki Haley, South Carolina, South Carolina New democrats
>I Ain’t One To Gossip, But…..
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Levi, hungry for fame, told the CBS Early Show that the only thing he regrets doing is making an apology to The Quitter From Wasilla:
“The only thing I wish I wouldn’t have done is put out that apology, because it kind of makes me sound like a liar. And I’ve never lied about anything. So that’s probably the only thing. The rest of the stuff I can live with.”
If you’ll recall, his original apology was no doubt releases to keep the spotlight a’shining on him. It was then that he said “things about the Palins that were not completely true.” And he added that he had privately apologized to The Moron and her husband, Mister Moron.
His two-time former fiance, and baby mama, Bristol, even weighed in following the apology to praise Johnston for doing the “honorable thing.”
Uh huh, she knows all about honorable.
Johnston told CBS that the original apology was “something I did to make my fiancee happy. She wanted it so we wrote something down and we sent it out because that’s what she wanted. Together we put it out there.”
And when The Eye asked him why he’d sign something he didn’t believe, Levi said, “I’m as dumb as a stump.”
Okay, I said he was dumb as a stump. He said, “Trust me it’s easier to make them happy. If you gotta live with them, you gotta make them happy. I wish I hadn’t put out that apology, it makes me look like a liar. The rest of stuff I can live with.”
As long as it brings him fame.
Like one-time-almost-mama-bore-in-law, Levi hungers for the limelight.
That whole asshat group is just made for each other.
Y’all know that Australia used to be a Penal Colony, right?
Tee hee. Penal.
And it is apparently a penal colony again today for one Paul Hogan, star of a string of movie hits–okay, two hits and a misfire–back in the mid-1950s.
Hogan has actually been barred from leaving Australia until he pays a disputed tax bill, his lawyer said on Thursday. This is odd, only because Hogan currently lives in Los Angeles, so, is he a fugitive? Is there a bounty on his head?
Nope, he went back to Australia to attend the funeral of his mother, Florence, where he was served with an Australian Taxation Office order that prevents him from leaving Australia until he settles a multimillion dollar tax bill.
Yikes! Put another shrimp on the barbie! Hogan’s gonna be Down Under for a while.
His lawyer, Andrew Robinson said: “These may not be the appropriate circumstances to effectively make Paul a prisoner of Australia” because it is “absolutely devastating” for his wife, and Crocodile Dundee co-star Linda Kozlowski, and their 12-year-old son Chance, who stayed in LA rather than attend the funeral.
Australian tax and crime investigators have fought Hogan for five-years in Australian and U.S. courts to investigate evidence that he used offshore bank accounts to conceal earnings since his low-budget Dundee trilogy became international hits in the 80s.
The 80s? Really?
Authorities claim Hogan owes taxes on 38 million Australian dollars–$34 million US bucks–in ALLEGEDLY undisclosed income. Hogan, obviously, has denied any wrongdoing and disputes the tax bill.
But until then, he’s stuck in a penal colony.
Tee hee.
Someone is a Diva!
Twilight, um, star[?] Taylor Lautner, who is really only famous for his abs, is suing McMahon’s RV Dealership in Irvine, CA for not delivering his $300,000 customized trailer in time for the start of his new film Abduction.
Dee.Vah!
According to Lautner, the deal had been negotiated by his daddy, Dan, and he was supposed to have his trailer by June. Since it didn’t arrive in time, and he probably had to stay in a $100,000 RV, Tay-Tay is stomping his feet and throwing his tiara and suing the dealership for breach of contract and fraud.
So, what does someone with little real talent, except for the ability to do crunches by the hundreds, want in an RV? Well, I”m glad you asked. Tay-Tay’s customizations include:
- A very extensive ab-workout machine, which spans the entire length of the trailer.
- A built-in juice bar, which makes smoothies that are conducive to maintaining his abs, which are his bread and butter.
- A refrigerator for holding anything but bread and butter.
- A hot tub, wherein Taylor can sip smoothies and canoodle film extras of questioning orientation.
Wait till you hear this! This is ridiculous!
Bristol Palin, teenage mother and hypocrite advocate for abstinence, is set to be a guest speaker at a benefit in Louisville, Kentucky to raise money for a shelter home for single mothers.
Something dear to little Bristol’s tiny tiny heart, so I would imagine that she would do the speech for free, or, at the very least, just for expenses.
Uh, no. The money-grubbing-fame-whoring-sell-out doesn’t fall far from the tree, and Bristol will be getting $14,000 to speak.
And why? Is it because Bristol knows whereof she speaks? Is it because she’s been in need of a home for single mothers?
Oh gosh no. It’s because she’ll sell herself to the highest bidder to make whatever profit she can off her baby, er, mistakes. I guess it was a good thing, after all, that Levi knocked her up, dumped her, got back together, got engaged, and got dumped, because now she really does appear to be a pathetic loser with the morals of a sloth.
But that’s just me.
Kara Dioguardi is funny.
The recently fired judge on American Idol is spinning her removal from the show into a more favorable light.
According to a source–and by source I mean the gal who ALLEGEDLY pees in a cup for Kara’s court-ordered drug tests–Kara has been trying to leave American Idol for quite a while now:
“She went to Fox two months ago and told them she didn’t want to do another season. She’s ready to move on. She did two years and thinks that’s enough.”
Uh huh. Funny how this, um, story, comes out after she got the boot.
The source, after urinating into plastic containers, adds that Kara is contractually obligated by FOX from taking meetings with other companies or networks:.
“It’s frustrating because she can’t even take any meetings…everyone wants to know what her schedule will be like, but she doesn’t know. What happens if Fox tells her they still want her for next season?”
Sounds like someone, who spent the last year travelling around the land talking up Idol, is trying to save face.
Deal with it, Kara.
You’re fired!
Fantasia ALLEGEDLY stole Paula Cook’s husband, and now Cook may steal the spotlight.
Cook, the wife of one Antwaun Cook, who has been seeing Fantasia extramaritally and adulterally, is being courted for interviews on talk shows by Mo’Nique and….Oprah-I-Need-The-Ratings-Before-My-Show-Takes-Its-Last-Breath Winfrey.
A source–and by source, I mean the homeless guy outside the Bi-Lo in Raleigh–says:
“Paula has been approached by Oprah’s people to go on her chat show. She still hasn’t decided what she will do though, and she was also approached by Mo’Nique too.”
And then the source goes off on Fantasia, who tried unsuccessfully to commit suicide, and then went on the talk shows to promote her new album:
“Despite anything that Fantasia may say about Antwaun being separated from his wife when she started dating him, Paula firmly believes that she knowingly got involved with a married man.”
Oh yes she went there.
And, if she goes on Oprah, I wonder how Fantasia will take it, since she starred in OPRAH WINFREY’S The Color Purple on Broadway?
Despite being diagnosed with throat cancer, Michael Douglas has refused to delay his court battle with ex-wife Diandra Douglas over her claim that she’s entitled to half his earnings from the upcoming Wall Street: Money Never Sleeps.
Diandra, like the good ex-wife who wants to bleed the ban dry, offered to postpone the hearing, but Douglas declined.
Michael’s lawyer, Marilyn Chintz–what a name for a lawyer–says Diandra is misinterpreting the agreement, and it doesn’t apply to the Wall Street sequel because it wasn’t on the horizon when the two split, and he couldn’t have guaranteed that he’d be in a sequel if one were ever made. Chintz-y told the judge” “When does it stop? … She’s not Mrs. Michael Douglas anymore. It’s enough. It’s time for Ms. Douglas to move on and let Mr. Douglas move on and enjoy his life, without having to concern himself with someone trying to claw back moneys that they’re not entitled to.”
And Diandra, to be fair, has gotten her perfectly manicured claws into the money to which she is entitled: she received a divorce settlement ALLEGEDLY in excess of $45 million, and has been paid an additional $6.3 million from her stake in residual proceeds from other past projects.
Six.point.three.million.
Diandra’s lawyer, Nancy Chemtob, says her client isn’t money-hungry…I know!….and isn’t clinging to her ex-husband. “She has her own identity, and she’s proud of it. My client is not greedy. The exact opposite is true. Mr. Douglas is seeking to shirk his financial responsibility that was entered into when he signed this contract.”
This might get as ugly as the divorce, when Diandra accused Michael of sex and alcohol addiction and multiple infidelities.
And someone will get rich. Er.
Michaele and Tariq Salahi, the White House party crashers and unbelievable fame whores, recently gave a party to raise money for the troops. They held they benefit at a gay club in DC, charged $25 cover charges, and $500 VIP access, and then say the packed event made no money, so the Iraq war veteran charity will receive no money.
According to the New York Post— and by New York Post, I mean, New York Post–the Salahis told Michaele’s fellow cast members at The Real Housewives of D.C. that event proceeds would go to the military charity Honor and Remember, but a charity organizer said the organization would receive nothing.
The Post reported: “Tickets for the bash held at a DC gay bar ranged from $25 for general admission to $500 for access to the VIP room. The organization said it was promised 40 percent of the profit but was told recently the packed, cash-bar event didn’t make any money. A rep for the Salahis claims they were merely guests of honor: ‘This was not a Salahi event. They were not privy to the operational and management aspects of this event, nor were they compensated for their appearance.’”
Fame whores and thieves. Robbing a charity to fill their own pockets.
Lovely.
Fucktards.
>Just For Giggles
Filed under Funny, Just For Giggles
>PR8EP5: There Is No ‘I’ In Team, Or In Gretchen, But There Is One In Bitch
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Wow!
I.Loved.This.Episode.
And not because of the fashion, because the fashion was just so-so, even from the winning team.
I loved this episode because it was less Project Runway and more Project Gretchen Bitchslap.
Project Under The Bus.
So. let’s get right to it.
CHALLENGE
They will become two teams of six and create a six-piece mini-collection using trends and textiles that are forecasted for Fall 2010. Trends like Minimalist, 50s Retro, Military, Menswear As Womens Wear, and textiles like Camel, Gold, Plaid, Lace, Animal Print.
Team Luxe–as they dub themselves–is Michael C, Gretchen, Christopher, Andy, AJ and Ivy. Peach calls them the Self-Proclaimed Superstars. April calls them a clusterfuck of egos.
I’m with April. Though it’s more a clusterfuck of ego…singular.
Team Military–or Team Misfit as they liked to say–is April, Peach, Casanova, Valerie, Mondo and Michael D.
The teams are told they will have one day and a budget of $1000. Peach is stunned, as she has never spent $1000 on fabrics, ever. And we know this because she does a lot of Barbie Shower Curtain and Sofa Fabric designs, and those are some cheap-ass fabrics.
So, without further ado….Let’s rip…..
TEAM MILITARY
They begin by vowing to be nice. It seems silly, but in the end, it worked for them. Who knew?
Val suggests doing Menswear as Womens Wear but Peach speaks up and says it can go flat if not done right. April suggests Military and they all fall in line, even Casanova, who says, I love military and lace. I am like a fish in the water.
Years of living with Carlos and this makes perfect sense to me.
The team begins to design and talk and share and riff off one another. They will each create their own look, but through embellishments and lace, they will create a cohesive look. It’s all very After School Special how well they get along.
Even a minor Val-Peach skirmish resulted in no hurt feelings and no bloodshed.
See, Peach wants some clarity on color choices and such, so that it’ll look like a collection and not just a collection of crap. Val just wants zippers and chains.
During Tim’s visit, he likes what he sees. He loves Mondo’s look, he likes Val’s zippers and chains; he helps Peach, and he calls Casanova out for being old.
And, like an old episode of Blossom where her boyfriend dumps her before the prom, Casanova runs from the workroom in tears.
He has his Diva Moment, and his team–Misfits With Hearts–comes to his side, each one trying to tell him that he’s good. But, says Casanova, I only design for old ladies, sluts and flamenco dancers.
True. I mean, isn’t that his aesthetic?
Lucky for Casanova I wasn’t in the room. And lucky for him Michael Drummond was; he actually, and I’m getting a little nauseous here, tells Casanova that his designs are….gag…..retch….hurl….”breathtaking.”
Yeah, Drummond, lying helps.
At least Val tells us that Casanova should “put his panties back on.”
But, in the end, it’s his model who gaives Casanove the courage to head back to the workroom. And he rips fabric and makes jokes and starts over.
And he comes through. In fact, they all come through. Their collection isn’t my favorite thing I’ve ever seen, but it’s very cool, very hip. Even Peach has made something that looks like a woman of today, and not a housewife from the 60s, would wear. It’s cohesive, yet each designer is represented.
Gretchen offers mild praise, but then tells Christopher that they will win.
TEAM LUXE
With nary a moment to breathe Heidi announces the winner is Team….drum roll….Military, and they all clap and hug, and laugh and cry, while Gretchen and The Superstars appear stunned. They are even more stunned when Heidi banishes them to the Waiting Room, where they continue to talk about how beautiful their collection is, and how well they worked together and how they should have won.
Shaddup already, losers.
On the runway, Heidi says Team Military is fun and flirty and has a spirit and beautiful color. Guest judge, designer and co-founder of Marchesa, Georgina Chapman, of the sinfully delicious British accent, credits them for letting their own voice shine through, yet creating a collection that works as a whole.
Gretchen, in the workroom: “The only ‘thing’ that made it a collection was the lace.” Then she calls it a PR first that their ‘collaboration,’ or should I say, colla-BORE-ation, doesn’t look like any one of them.
Yeah, that’s good Gretchen.
I have a few words for Team Luxe. I fundamentally do not understand your behavior and demeanor and affect on the runway. I don’t get it.I don’t know why you allowed Gretchen to manipulate, control and bully you. I don’t understand it. And AJ? You’ve taken the bullet and now I have to send you to the workroom to clean up your space.
Filed under Bob, Lifetime, Project Runway, Reality TV, TV