"That's HOT."
Omigod, Paris Hilton has been cloned, and it looks like she's in love, naturally, with herself.
Now before you prepare for armageddon, please be advised that I was only kidding, Paris Hilton has not been cloned. Well, not exactly. Madame Tussad's in New York decided it was a good idea create a wax replica of her. To remind the world of the antichrist, we have yet to find out. Nevertheless, this is probably their best wax work to date. Because not only do Miss Hilton and her wax counterpart look somewhat alike, but they also both possess similar IQs. And they're also both completely useless and devoid of personalities!
Posted by Nancy at 02:49 PM | Comments (3)
I've always thought Bobby Flay was an arrogant, sleazy anomaly of a Food Network chef, and thanks to Che for pointing out he looks like the Mad magazine guy.
OMG they could be brothers. Very ugly, creepy brothers.
Posted by Nancy at 11:41 PM
So Britney Spears has officially announced that she's pregnant. Well that kind of explains why she's blown up to twice her normal size. I don't really know what to feel for her. It's somewhere between sheer amusement and dissapointment. Dissappointment for actually propagating the trashiest genes in the human population:
I actually pity her a little bit too. Kevin Federline is nothing but a gross, unemployed, baby-daddy-wigga. I think I puked a little just posting that picture.
Posted by Nancy at 07:56 PM
We all like our ketchup with our hotdogs. Our milk with our cookies. Our left gloves with our right gloves. Our venti frappuccinos with our 7am shifts. Our shots of tequila with our uncomfortable social situations. And we especially like our Brad Pitts with our Jennifer Anistons. As reluctant as I am to admit it, I am definitely a little sad. Sigh, hollywood romance.
Posted by Nancy at 06:09 PM
Does anyone remember their first crush? I remember mine clearly because my first bout of childhood lust greatly reflects my taste in guys today (they're usually clean cut with strong effeminate qualites). When I was 5 years old, I had a massive crush on Superman. My crush was so massive that I started crying when my mom revealed she had a crush on him too. I couldn't help it: he was chivalrous and heroic. Plus he wore tights. And now, Superman has flown off to higher destinations.
Posted by Nancy at 11:36 PM
I registered to vote recently. Because of an issue I hold dear. It shames me a little that my registering to vote coincides with stupid ass P. Diddy's equally stupid "Vote or Die" campaign ('Hey you 19-year-old who doesn't know anything -- vote 'cause Kelso from that 70's show is doing it!'). He's now claiming registration went up by 250% and I unwittingly became part of that hike. When in fact I want to beat every "Vote or Die" solicitor that harasses me on campus with the same vigor as I would a junk-emailer or telemarketer. I'm almost certain my death is not dependent on whether I vote or not. However, it probably does depend on whether I'm in the same nightclub as P. Diddy and whether he decides to fire a gun into the ceiling.
Posted by Nancy at 12:38 AM
The Best Anti-smoking Ad Ever.
Posted by Nancy at 10:38 PM
The saddest news I've heard in a while. Weep.
Posted by Nancy at 07:29 PM
Well, it was about time they gave Best Picture to a movie that was actually good!
Speaking of the Oscars, here are some red carpet arrival pics that I shamelessly ripped off of imdb.com:
Oh, that's where I put my feather duster
The latest same-sex couple to have marched down the wedding aisle of San Francisco's City Hall.
This guy is my hero.
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Posted by Nancy at 11:38 PM
This is the same man?
Posted by Nancy at 10:14 AM
Britney Spears gets married
The effects of a New Year's alcohol binge, a desperate publicity stunt, or just plain stupidity? I'm betting on the last one.
Posted by Nancy at 02:43 AM
Argh. Sorry about the pop-ups, I have no idea where they're coming from. And I certainly do not endorse whatever the pop-ups are advertising. I HATE POP UPS!!! ESPECIALLY ADULTEROUS ONES!!!
 | Speaking of adultery, Michelle Branch, the one respectable female role model musician left, has attempted to generate cd sales using this shameless display of T&A. Sell out!
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Posted by Nancy at 07:36 PM
One of my future husbands (I claimed him in 8th grade, after Ladybugs) has left the human population.
So young, so sad. (article)
Unrelated addendum: Despite the evidence of barf-sodden jeans and the killer hangover I awoke to this morning, I have no recollection of typing up the below post. I guess one would have to be pretty wasted to admitting Britney rocks (I really think she does, for the record). Apparently lapses in memory (and judgement) often occur when one has consumed enough alcohol to make the homeless dude living outside the liquor store proud. That being said, I don't think I'm going drinking again for the rest of my life. (We'll see.)
Posted by Nancy at 12:31 AM
'Three's Company' Star John Ritter Dies
My heart did a kind of sinking when I read that headline this morning. It's strange, you've never met the man, but he becomes a part of your life.
:(
Posted by Nancy at 02:08 PM