TGIF With A Stamos Snugglefest

If you no likey, just be glad it isn't an Olsen Orgy or a Saget Scat-a-thon.

The Went- Wents

Look who finally got a star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame, it's the GoGo's! My, some of them have gotten up there, haven't they? And the cutest one looks the worst! Please tell me that that's a wig Jane Wiedlin is wearing. She looks like she's channeling Sylvia Miles.

She looked like this only a few years ago during her time on The Surreal Life-

Go back to brunette!

Here they are when they were young and still had baby fat in their faces-

What the hell is going on with Belinda's face?  

She looks like Eileen Brennan!

I know, we all get old, but this is depressing. Who's going to turn up wrinkly tomorrow, Webster?

Kris Letang At His Best

I know that most of my readership is made up of people that could give a rat's ass about hockey, but Kris Letang is exceptional. I'll watch this enough for all of us anyway.

Dylan Ratigan Loses His Temper

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Caption The Housewife, Bleary Eyed and Cross Eyed On The Red Carpet Edition

Time For A Bar-Buh-Qwa

Chloe's back slurping on some Cher-behrt, and I'm off to Chicago for Lollapalooza. No worries this time. I have accommodations with four walls and air conditioning and everything!

Monsters In Cartoon Form

Still pretty awful, right?


Thanks, Jersey Chick!

I Don't Give A Fuck Video

Jon Lajoie is back, he of the Regular Everyday Normal Guy fame. Here he takes silliness to extremes in his new video, and you have to watch the whole thing. YOU HAVE TO, I say! I hear he smokes quite a bit of pot. NO WAY, you say.

Caption The Housewife, Thank You Jesus For Relaxers Edition

Man Without A Facebook

New York Didn't Jump The Shark, It Ran It Over And Then Used It For Whale Chum

What a mess this show has become. What started out as goofy and interesting has devolved into a morass so despicable it is virtually impossible to watch without getting a severe headache. How can women, smart women, allow themselves to be filmed showing what I can only hope are the lowest depths of their character. I am so glad I got super busy and stopped recapping this tragedy when I did. Sickening, just sickening.

Here's a great article from the Huffington Post. Just ignore the Jill love and the Lynn hate. Everything else is perfectly accurate.

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2011/07/26/real-housewives-of-new-york-reunion-hate-video_n_909547.html?ref=tw

Real Housewives of Beverly Hills: Season 2 Trailer

Oh dear God, it's going to be BAD, by which I mean good. Mark your calendars for September 5th, 9 p.m.
This new girl looks like a bigger cunt than Cameel, no?

Our Song

Fucking hippies! LOLOL!


I got married today. I'm a happy girl! Love to all!!!!!!!!!!!


We like a lot of trip hop too, and came to love this song on our first trip to Union Pier. It reminds me of boating and being completely warm and content.

I'm A Bad Mommy

We all go through periods in our lives where we are incredibly busy. You're doing so much for so long that you don't remember falling asleep at night, you're so tired. The day is done, you shower away the grime, have a cocktail (I recommend Tito's organic vodka mixed with Sweetleaf's mint & honey tea, super refreshing) and you collapse into bed for a quick puppy snuggle, then it's light's out. Just gone. We've been 30% busier than everyone else on the planet to the point where I haven't remembered that moment before falling asleep since June. 

The good news is that I have my punch drunk moments, joking to random people about our impending nuptials, and how it's an upgrade for me since everything is MINE now. I'm joking, of course. no I'm not. 

The bad news is that I haven't been spending as much time as I usually do with the dogs. Their spoiled asses are used to three treats a day, preferably in a crystal bowl and there better be variety dammit! Regular Shiatsu massage appointments are de riguer, and baby talk words of encouragement every single time they make a solid poo are standard to the point that I don't think either of them could loosen their bowels without them. Instead, I have been combing crap out of their undercoats so it doesn't get all over the newly cleaned carpets, and making them stare at me through French doors for hours at a time while I tile and paint. The looks they give me, the sadness in their eyes, I can practically hear the strains of the royal dirge through the thick panes of glass. It all boils down to one thing: BAD MOMMY. 

But then nine or ten o'clock rolls around, we snuggle on the bed, and all is forgiven, even Daddy's scary expletive heavy outbursts when he mis-measured the tile yesterday, and how Mommy smelled as bad as a rotten tuna that just fell out of Tamra's blimp hanger of a birth canal from sweating over thin set as hard as Cameel sweats on the toilet when her meds aren't working. Then....zzzzzzzzzzzzz

That Pretty Much Sums It Up

And I'm pretty sure that most kids feel the same way. Two guys married each other? Meh. Ping Pong? AWESOME.