Showing posts with label undiluted indisputable rubbish. Show all posts
Showing posts with label undiluted indisputable rubbish. Show all posts

Monday, August 15, 2011

What To Do With A Problem Like Trashley?


Mr. McSlore is off at some work seminar training thingymawhatever, so I actually watched The Real Knuckleheads of New Jersey on the day it aired for a change. I never watch it when he's around. NEVER. My husband has a very low threshold for nose jobs and sequins. Go figure.

The Laurita-Holmses held a life coach intervention of sorts for the most ineffectual daughter ever, Trashley. Nothing got resolved, the loser child has no plans other than some vague desire to move to L.A. so she can learn how to apply her own make-up just in case she gets a job modeling empty barrels or burlap flour sacks IF she's lucky in this economy. The girl is just dying for Natural Selection to take her out. Can you imagine how she would make out if Mom and unloved love-buying Step-Daddy Chris put her ass out of their mansion? Where would she sleep, Miss Andy's couch?

Cut the purse strings for good, Jackie. Make like a real parent and JUST DO IT. At this rate you'll be 90 and shelling out for her Depends.

What would YOU do if you were the parent to such a nightmare child? It can't be any worse than what Jackie is doing, Lord knows!

Thursday, July 28, 2011

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.

Sunday, February 27, 2011

Awards Mean Nothing

Unless you can make it a game! Instead of asking you who you think will win Best Picture, Short Film, Ugliest Outfit, how about we guess what the upset will be? There's always an upset. I'm thinking the Best Picture goes to The Social Network instead of The King's Speech. What do you think?


And here's some awful red carpet fashion, courtesy of Jessica Biel.



You can use the dress to wipe the crumbs out of the corners of your mouth at the Vanity Fair after-party! Smart one, that Jessica. Who knew?

Tuesday, November 9, 2010

Real Housewives of Beverly Hills Recap: Malice In Blunderland


I swallowed another turd, you guys. But when I make a mistake, I can admit it. Being able to say that you are wrong is a sign of maturity, unlike say, throwing a party on your daughter's 4th birthday FOR YOURSELF. It's official, Stretch has moved into Dun-yelle territory and just like that! We have another Beverly Hills villain. Camille- lonely no more!