What will Boy Georgia’s prison name will be?
Sign number 6 that the apocalypse is upon us: Boy George is going to prison!!What the hell happened?? He went from punky brewster tranny pop diva, to some fucked up nasty character from Star Wars. He looks like some evil gay ass sith lord. Further proof of the decline of Western power.
And people harass Michael Jackson for changing! For some reason it looks like Boy George is looking forward to some rough jailhouse sex. Nothing says ” please tea bag me” like a pentagram tattoo on the top of the old nogin.
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GE, CNBC on the Obama legalization of chronic bandwagon?
“MARIJUANA INC: INSIDE AMERICA’S POT INDUSTRY” WILL PREMIERE JANUARY 22ND on CNBC! “CNBC’s “Marijuana Inc.: Inside America’s Pot Industry” anchored by Trish Regan and premiering Thursday, January 22, at 9PM and 1AM ET, provides a fascinating look at the inner workings of the thriving American marijuana trade, which has grown into a multi-billion dollar industry. Fascinating world?? This is run on a business channel?? They are warming the masses up to the idea of all the potential benefits of legalization - putting a TAX on marijuana - just like other sin items like my jack daniels, my marlboro lights, and my thai hookers.
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Does Obama really support legalization of marijuana?
Holy fuck - the stock market is dropping like Perez Hilton on his knees before Russel Crowe in his gladiator uniform. During these trying times many Americans turn to self medication. I myself see how much whisky my liver can process in 48 hour mega marathons - you laugh, but I have a Japanese reality TV show company interested in buying the idea! Anyway back to self medication. Now that Obama is coming to power, he may be wondering what the fuck he stepped into. So there is no doubt he will be self medicating - my best and this is not based on racial sterotypes is that President Obama hits the wacky weed - marijuana - blunts - chronic. I took this guess to google and found this video: Apparently Obama is for legalization of marijuana - or at least “decriminilization” ( only a lawyer could come up with sneak thinking like that)
esquire reports that ”In July, Obama told Rolling Stone that he believed in “shifting the paradigm” to a public-health approach: “I would start with nonviolent, first-time drug offenders. The notion that we are imposing felonies on them or sending them to prison, where they are getting advanced degrees in criminality, instead of thinking about ways like drug courts that can get them back on track in their lives — it’s expensive, it’s counterproductive, and it doesn’t make sense.”Meanwhile, economists have been making the beer argument. In a papertitled “Budgetary Implications of Marijuana Prohibition,” Dr. Jeffrey Miron of Harvard argues that legalized marijuana would generate between $10 and $14 billion in savings and taxes every year — conclusions endorsed by 300 top economists, including Milton “Free Market” Friedman himself.” Mr. President elect Obama - it is ok with me if you want to take a toke - when I see Citi stock go below the price of a happy meal - we all need to self medicate. Someone pass me the Jack please!
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American Idol starts today!! When will Paula blow Randy Jackson?
I just saw the commercial for the NEW American Idol!! Oh joy, more talentless hacked being forced down the American consumers throats. Does anyone have any honor any longer?
If they did, Simon, Randy and Paula would commit ritual hari kari on live television so the Americans can purge and get back to business and real entertainment like LOST. Actually I am kidding, I have no fucking clue what that TV show is even about. I thought it was a modern twist on Gilligan’s Island. I am waiting for the Harlem Globetrotters to make it to the island and I will add it to my TIVO list.
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Who the fuck is Hollywood trying to punk?
So I was watching the Golden Globed. Where was it held? Looked like some bar mitzvah/wedding hall. It just seemed very small, intimate settings. So I happen to flip the show on right as Mickey Rourke won the golden globe for best actor. What a fucking mess this guy is. It looks like his face has been worked over by rabid strung out chihuahuas. I know the dude got into fighting, bis face looks like he must have lost a lot. If a plastic surgeon did that, he should be in jail!! Anyway, I have not see the move, THE WRESTLER . It seems the role was custom tailored for the human train wreck that Rourke’s life has become.
I just get the feeling that this is a made for Hollywood come back story. Everything in Hollywood is fake… Did you see Brad Pitt clapping. What is he thinking? I guess he has solid consolation price in being able to play Mr. Mommyto all of Angelina’s Jolie’s Crayola kids. Will I go see The Wrestler? No I will not. But when it comes to cable I will!
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Run to the Light, Paris Hilton!
Frankly, I’m still trying to grapple with the notion of Olsen Twin pubes. OLSEN TWIN PUBES! ACK! I curse Hugh fricking Heffner for cramming that image into my head. It’ll never scrub out now, dammit. Never.
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Patrick Swayze Dying? No Ghost Jokes, Please!
Patrick Swayze’s not lookin’ too hot. Hell bells, to tell it true, the boy hasn’t looked too hot since 1984-ish, but how would I know that? I was barely even born yet maybe. But these days he’s looking especially not good. “To Wong Foo, Thanks for Everything, Julie Newmar” not good. Bad. He looks bad. Which makes sense, since he’s, um, dying. Of pancreatic cancer. Ugh.
A moment please.
Of course, doctors have confirmed this pancreatic cancer diagnosis- but his personal physician insists he’s not as close to death as reports suggest.
And you know what that means. Right. Tick-tock, tick-tock.
Doctors: the most wretched liars of all.
The “Dirty Dancing” hunk’s publicist Annett Wolf adds, “Patrick Swayze has been diagnosed with pancreatic cancer and is currently undergoing treatment…Patrick is continuing his normal schedule during this time, which includes working on upcoming projects…The outpouring of support and concern he has already received from the public is deeply appreciated by Patrick and his family.”
But the real question on everyone’s mind, of course: will he haunt Whoopie Goldberg?
Speculation is pointless.
Now here’s something I can really get behind: Justin Long. I love him. I want to have his kittens. I want to lay him down, roll over him like Astroturf, give him a rose quartz crystal and a tongue bath. But maybe that’s too much information. (As if there could be such a thing.) Anyhoozits…I am beside myself with joy that Drew Barrymore, who I adore like Christmas, has finally found a man I can eagerly approve of. They are dating, you know. And that’s fabulous. And, um, hot. And, um, a vast improvement. In the past she has dated drugs, women, that nut with one nut, and others, but now she is safe in the arms (and six-pack abs) of The Mac Guy, who is just super adorable and stared in Dodge Ball, the only Vince Vaughn film that can make me cry, and Jeepers Creepers, the only horror movie you can masturbate to. Or that I can masturbate to. Whichever.
Too much information again? Whatever.
Adrian Ryan
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Mick Isn’t Murdered, Plus! Big Bellied Bimbos of the Stars!
We’ve spent way too much energy scrutinizing celebrity paunches lately, don’t you agree? Way too much—glaring and staring at this or that bimbos belly, trying to figure out, clinically speaking, if there’s a baby crammed up in there somewhere. And what the problem is is these damn starletts these days. They think they’re SO above the game.
Well, sister. Listen up.
If you endeavor to become famous, the world owns you. Owns you! Baring your bowel movements and boring crap like who you vote for, the public deserves and demands to know every bitty little detail about your wretched life. We all know this instinctively: It is the Immutable and Universal Law of Fame. Know I don’t really give two cents worth of crap if anybody is pregnant or not, unless it’s me (and it never is), but everyone else in the world seems to, and it’s my duty—my raison d’etre-–to tell them.
So why do we spend all this time lately breaking our eyeballs trying to figure out if all these famous biznitches are pregnant or merely suffering from inoperable uteran tumors? Why don’t they just come out and TELL US when their buns start baking? The world deserves to know, and they know it, and you know it, and I know it, and dammit, God knows it, even rocks know it. We should be officially informed the second the sperm penetrates the egg wall, and if the celebrity doesn’t immediately and willingly provide the public with the information, they should be punished severely for serious breach of social contract. Have their fame revoked and their baby fined. And their weaves pulled and their ankles twisted. And take their Starbuck’s away for, uh, one month.
That would fix ‘em.
And yeah, I guess Kate Hudson is knocked up (or living on cheese burgers and Mountain Dew) because she getting fatter by the second and not saying a word about it. Surely God is going to punish her. I’m tired of looking at her belly.
God I hate babies. And pregnant women. And birth. And famous people. And placenta. And so forth.
But I love you.
In other news: The Hell’s Angels apparently once tried to murder Mick Jagger. They declared a Jihad on him because he pissed them off a long time ago or something. The whole story has just come out in some weird documentary. Apparently they have not been, to date, entirely successful. The big pussies.
Adrian Ryan
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The Olsen Twins + Nudity= Death!
Alright. I’m ready to talk about it know, I think. Pardon me if I break into hysterical sobs and run screaming from the room. Which I will. Thank you.
Adrian Ryan
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His Name Is Prince, And He is Elderly!
Prince, who is very weird, has been very weird a very long time apparently, because he’s old suddenly. So old, in fact, that he fell down, and he couldn’t get fun-kay. So he wheeled his weird and aged ass to geriatric services, and had his poor creaky old hip replaced. Now he’s recouping, and drinking lots of fluids. (Which is always important.) When reached for comment, Diamond said, “Well, it’s about time, he’s stubborn as a mule!” and
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