Filed under: Celebutards, The Unexplainable Things that Seem to Only Occur to Me, Youth Culture | Tags: Men with ovaries, Popstars that are bat shit crazy, The F1 Grand Prix
The next numbnut that pronounces Grand Prix literally, I am going to beat with a stick. No, Dipshit sitting next to me on the train with the fucking annoying ringtone and hairy knuckles, it is not the gerand preeks. It’s the gron-pree you ill-informed Neanderthal. How about you stop listening to Soul-ja Boy on repeat and read a fucking book why don’t you.
Something exciting needs to happen on Saturday. Maybe rain. Maybe a wreck. Maybe both. Maybe flaming wrecks trapped in a tunnel while the rain floods and seals the exits somehow. Daylight was a terrible movie.
Questions to ask yourself way too early in the morning: Why does Sylvester Stallon not have a speech therapist. I googled him after typing in that sentence, about to comment on how hearing him speak brings to mind a child that had been dropped on his head at birth, but according to wikipedia: “Birth complications caused partial paralysis in parts of Stallone’s face, resulting in his signature slurred speech and drooping lower lip.” Ohhhh SNAP!

Great job on the blusher Rambo, I love the healthy flush.
Don’t you love it when things go horribly horribly horribly wrong?

Filed under: Politics, The Unexplainable Things that Seem to Only Occur to Me, Work, Youth Culture | Tags: Chuck Klosterman, Michael Moore is a fat fuck, Miss Singapore is a sad sob, NBC vs MSNBC, The Sunday tabloids
![]()
And I’m back but not with wishywashy political fuckery this time around. Nothing much has happened these past couple of days.
The sunday New Paper (tabloid-styled local newspaper) featured an article about this year’s Miss Singapore World candidate and her lack of love life. Other than the fact that watching my fingernails grow would have been more interesting than the journalist in question’s writing style, oh boo-hoo, like I really want to read about some moderately hot chick and her inability to get laid. Seriously, of all trivialities – so you’re really smart and pretty but men are intimidated by you…like the rest of us hard working class citizen type average joes really give a shit.
Edit: Dear Michael Moore,
I bought Mike’s Election Guide 2008 last week and guess what? Much like the cinematic car crash that was Farenheit 911, your book SUCKED. I want my $20.80 spent and that 3 hours of my life I wasted reading that shit, back.
P/S Lose some fucking weight, stop eating at mcdonalds.
P.P.S R.i.p Keith Olbermann & Chris Matthews, they have been kicked off MSNBC’s political night commentaries. I love Keith but he has been quite the douche bag lately. Gotta love them NBC vs. MSNBC on-air brawls. Oh the hilarity!
Filed under: Celebutards, Politics, Television | Tags: Anderson Cooper, Conan O'Brien, Pooper scooper, Sexy beasts, The real Gossip Girl, US Elections 08

Alright, one last cheap shot. Conan O’Brien sent Triumph the Comic Insult Dog to the 2008 Republican National Convention and it was flipping hilarious, I think I nearly peed a little laughing (“Fox news swings to the right more than Ann Coulter’s Strap On”) Check it out here.
There’s this little bit around 3:06 where the delicious silver fox Anderson Cooper makes an appearance and totally pwns Triumph. Anderson makes watching CNN an infinity times more exciting. He’s probably one of the reasons why I have unrealistic expectations of men, which most unfortunately would not result in our eventual marriage but my slow, sad descent into bag-lady spinsterdom with my 10 cats. I don’t care if he’s a pooper scooper, I want to do unspeakably dirty things with him now more so than ever (especially after he ripped Dina & Ali Lohan a new one on the Regis & Kelly Show)
Filed under: Celebutards, Television, Youth Culture | Tags: ali lohan, baby prostitutes, Celebrity Gossip, Chelsea Lately, the Real desperate housewives, the sad sad lohan family

Remember when Ali Lohan didn’t look like a 39 year old Desperate Housewife? Oh Dina, I forgot – you’re not like a regular mom, you’re a cool mom~ (five bucks if you can guess what movie that’s from) I probably shouldnt care as much as I do about trainwreck celebrity families but oh snapples, taking vicious swipes at households more dysfunctional than mine? Like anyone can resist.
Chelsea Lately did some major sick sketches parodying Living Lohan that you should check out. I’ve seen snips of it on E! and everytime I hear that Long Island accent I just want to punch myself in the ovaries.


