Poor Jon Stewart. He makes himself watch Fox news in order to catch Hannity's apology for the old crowd footage he used to make it seem like the anti healthcare demonstrations in Washington had a bigger turnout than it really did. I almost peed mt pants laughing.
MTV has a new show on it's lineup starting December 3rd called 'Jersey Shore.' It stars a bunch of kids in their 20s living in a shore house together a la Real World. They are basically douchebags but the producers call them guidos, like it makes it better. Even the girls on this show are vile so it should be fantastic. Can't wait! It's like an early Christmas present from DB1!
If you haven't crank called someone you are either Amish with no access to a phone or a damn liar. I'd share my stories if I could. The only problem is that I would end up with some serious lawsuits on my hands and it is really hard to explain to people why it was a good idea to get someone so confused and hoodwinked that the local looney bin started to look like a good idea. A REALLY good idea if you get my drift. Yes, I got someone sent to a mental hospital. What?! Don't judge. She came from there in the first place! It's not like it was something new for her. Hell, she probably missed the applesauce and creamed corn, not to mention the fabulous Xanax. Fine downers do not grow on trees, people. You have to earn them.
Better late than never, right? Some of you may not know that I do recaps for TVgasm. After the debacles of Megan Wants a Millionaire and the borefest of My Antonio, Flipit has given me a show that I can really sink my teeth into. To read the reaming click here:
Enjoli still smells like something a truck stop hooker would spray on to try to cover up her cigarette and meth B.O. before she goes down on Jeb in the cab of his Utility big rig. The only difference is that now instead of buying it from the perfume counter at Higbee's, you can get it in finer drugstores all across the country, as it should have been from the very beginning.
Cat falls for Chihuahua. Chihuahua does not return the favor. Date rape ensues. Struggle is one sided. Restraining orders are procurred. This is some PePe Le Pew shit. Poor puppy.
My boyfriend is already in love, and he hasn't even met her yet. It's the new Motorola phone, for you non-geeks out there who haven't already jizzed in their pants a million times over it. There are fewer apps than the iphone but everything else it has is cheaper and updated with all the latest google jazziness. And if you guessed that I do not speek geek, you would be correct. When he gets home I'll ask him to help explain this thing so I don't sound like a beauty pageant contestant.