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Remember how Heidi Montag is really, really bad at singing? Well it is now 2009, and some truths were not made to be broken. Huh? New single that she premiered on Ryan Seacrest this morning, called “Look How I’m Doing!,” you guys. We’re gonna need a bigger “I’m sorry about this.”
Making fun of Heidi Montag at this point is like making fun of fish in a barrel. Plastic-faced fish with loudly ticking countdown clocks on their media relevancy. In a barrel of liquid desperation. So what?! Let’s make fun of those fish until they’re dead, and then eat them! Let’s start with the fact that even people who can’t sing can usually come up with clever song titles. “Look How I’m Doing!”? Really, Heidi Montag? That is literally a song title written by a 9-year-old special needs child for his assignment on “What I flossed last summer.” Look How I’m Zinging. (Via ONTD.)
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April Fools, right?
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That’s an unusually charitable attitude for you, GABE.
It’s an act. If you find his comment on the 100 Best Movies, it’s a coherent sentence.
Sure it is. But whose act is the question.
I think this is probably beneath Gabe. Plus you can google the kid’s previous name and find a bunch of stuff. Maybe Gabe killed him while on vacation and is now having to keep up the ruse?
You’re probably right, but I thought I’d throw it out there. I don’t think the idea is beneath Gabe, but the execution is (no offense, Cake Eatur, it was fun).
Da Cake Eatur is basically the spawn of diplo and glenn beck.
Oops! Getting annoyed by Da Cake Eatur was so yesterday.
You got the touch!
You got the power!
Why do I love Da Cake Eatur, and picture him as Gary Busey?
I think my computer is playing an April Fool’s joke on me, because this video refuses to show up for me.
Wow, I wished my computer cared enough about me to stop this video from playing. I’m holding two rolls of toilet paper up to my ears in order to stop the bleeding. This song is awful.
gossip girl?
Another day another dollar. These streets be real Gabe.
I just feel bad for the poor songwriter with big dreams who moved to Hollywood to write songs for Beyonce or Kelly Clarkson, was willing to settle for Britney Spears, and got Heidi Montag instead. “Look at ha- ha- ha- how I’m doing” was clearly his or her big “fuck you” and “everybody but you is allowed in my new hot tub” to all those jerks in high school that made fun of his or her over-enthusiasm in show choir. But instead s/he is now going to have to shoot his/herself in the head.
This scenario brought tears to my eyes, man.