Thursday, November 10, 2005

Not Exactly Packing Heat 

LiLo has officially lost her mind.

Stella McCartney, she has arrived. You animals better leave something pretty on the rack for FAB.

FAB also wants a remote-controlled turtle, for, uh, well, I dunno exactly, but I really do want one.

You're 24 years old and engaged. Are you fucking insane? Baruch Hashem.

OMG! Those crazy teens of Coronation Street are DOING THE NASTY! TEENAGERS! Doing IT! Imagine that!

OMG! Coldplay! They're going on some kind of huge super-arena tour thing! Coldplay! BIG ASS TOUR! Imagine that!

Gentlemen, start your TiVos: the Victoria Secret Fashion Show is back.

Enrique Iglesias to introduce his own line of Enrique-endorsed junior sized condoms. Enrique, we never knew ye.

"For the sake of your career, go and sleep with that man." So how does he explain Brandon Davis?

Elf Power will hit the Earl on November 23rd.

Record setting tower of donuts. Mmm, donuts.

Everyone is thrilled you're a couple. Now could you stop talking about it, please? From your monitor, to God's ears.

Woodstock man felt "sheer panic" during pirate attack. Yes, yes I suppose he would.

Despite appearances, you can't always get what you want.

Money can't buy you happiness, but Daddy knows that it sure can buy a ridiculous Bat Mitzvah for his beloved little JAP.

The Economist Whore Index.

Incoming: somebody out there does not want to give Kate Bush a beejer and that somebody happens to live on a street called Pitchfork.

Joe Francis is plotting some sort of big ass party and you're not invited.

Do we hear a Jackson Five reunion?

Oh Darwin, where are you when we need you most?

The Ledger/Dogface/Ledger clan rubs the Dean Street noses the wrong way.

T.O.'s Lithonia crib is up for grabs.

Yes, even the great and magnificent Dowd lives in our society.

DJ Magazine's Top 100 DJs 2005.

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