Everyone is entitled to their opinion, but I really feel like this guy needs to clarify who he is talking about:
Is the stupid cunt who needs to put a cock in her mouth Kristen Wiig, or the poet Suzanne Somers? PLEASE (DON'T) CLARIFY!
P.S. Two YouTube comment-based posts in one day! Is it because it's Friday and I am being kind of lazy, or is it because YouTube is the best and represents the most thoughtful and incisive dialog in America today? There's probably no way to know for sure.
It has been awhile since we've checked in with Tracy Morgan. Well, actually, it hasn't been that long. He made appearances at both the MTV Video Music Awards, and the Emmys. And he's currently preparing to host the VH1 Hip Hop Honors awards again this weekend. But despite all of the Hot Awards Action, he has also had time to write a book! (With just one ghostwriter, it looks like!) It's called I Am The New Black, and it will be published by Random House later this month. You can read an excerpt here, although in typical cheapskate old dinosaur media fashion, the excerpt is just taken from the introduction. Even people who buy the book don't want to read the introduction, much less people who may be on the fence. Oh well. But there's also a YouTube video trailer for the book (a trailer for a book! Why, I never!), which I have posted after the jump.
In what NY Mag's Vulture calls "The greatest book deal in the history of the universe", Dustin "Screech" Diamond has sold a tell-all memoir about his Saved By The Bell days:
Behind the Bell, which Gotham Books preempted from Objective Entertainment's Jarred Weisfeld, promises to detail "sexual escapades among cast members, drug use, and hardcore partying,"
But wait a second, wouldn't common sense dictate that a guy who has already sold t-shirts and made a sex tape called "Saved By The Smell" in the desperate attempt to pay off his apparently massive debts probably hasn't been sitting on the material for a juicy tell-all about a beloved TV show all this time? Let's just pray Screech has been holding back out of loyalty or ghostwriter-choosiness, and not a lack of Tiffani Amber Thiessen speedball-fueled sexcapade anecdotes.
The Terminator trudged along the wooded path towards the lake, his gun dangling by his side, the taunts still ringing in his hypersensitive bionic ears. He stared at the ground as he walked, and didn't even bother scanning anything with...
After watching Death Sentence, a terrible movie starring Kevin Bacon as a father in search of vigilante justice directed by Saw's James Wan, Gabe embarked on The Hunt For The Worst Movie of All Time. This is his sad journey.
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Blogging about TV and movies isn't all fun and videogames. Every week, Lindsay or Gabe will be presented with a physical or mental challenge that tests their bravery,patience, and taste.
The Challenge: I had to go on a 3.5 hour bus tour of totally random TV and film locations in New York City. Alone, and wearing a specific ridiculous tshirt. And I had to find someone to take my picture...
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