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They’re not going to be happy when they find out how mountains work either.
Where is Scott Walker when you need him…
She is really not going to like it when we go back in time to 2005 and figure out that Bush’s abstinence only sex ed policy led to an increase anal sex among heterosexual teenagers.
I look forward to the day when this is in constant reruns on basic cable and I can flip to it for about five minutes, hopefully catch on of the handful of good bits that will probably be in the movie, and then change the channel.
Well in the sense that currency is whatever is agreed upon by a population to have a given, “current” value, and marriage is a social institution that has changed, not just throughout world history but also within the somewhat shorter history of our country, to reflect our evolving social mores, yes, I would say that is an apt comparison.
Take that, KidzBop
Fun fact: for this video, Gwyneth Paltrow learned to sing and play guitar at the same time.
I wanted to talk about the horribly mixed metaphor of stopping the cancer before the country commits suicide, but I just can’t get passed this one point:
If your gay sex somehow leads to an abortion, you’re doing it wrong.
I know it’s a little early to have theories about the show, but I really think we’re still in alternate-universe afterlife world from season 6 of ‘Lost,’ except all of the principals have become enlightened and moved on, so all that’s left is the hammy supporting cast. This is their less compelling, overacted purgatory, and eventually Ana Lucia will show up.
It’s a bold new direction to be sure, but I predict most of iCarly’s fan base will stick with her.
She seems like a sweet person, which is why I feel bad about saying that her screen presence is as awkward and forced as her writing. On the other hand, no one made her post that footage in a public forum known for its harsh, anonymous criticism. In summation: “Pay attention to me or I will collapse into a quantum singularity. Hamburger phone.” -Diablo Cody.
In my day, the mid-to-late nineties, they made movies about the internet that really said something. Often, that something was “we have to hack in and download our virus to their mainframe.”
My favorite parts of the movie were the roughly 600 instances where the phrase “prince of Persia” was worked into dialogue.
I thought the Dane Cook segment was perfect. Of course I wanted to shoot my TV with a hate missile for every second of it, but if there’s anywhere Dane Cook belongs it’s in the chorus of rejects who didn’t quite have the charisma to be the next William Hung.
Having not seen Jay Mohr in anything since “Go,” I’m actually most amazed at how little Jay Mohr looks like Jay Mohr. I think a better prank would have been to have him walk into an audition claiming to be himself.
If only he had been buried with a “Kill Bill” DVD. He could have learned to punch his way out.
Today, like every April 1st, I awoke with the hope that Ann Coulter would finally reveal herself as the world’s most dedicated, radically liberal performance artist.
This is just terrible. It mean’s she’s only a few short years away from quoting Borat. Won’t someone think of the children?
Everything about this is sad. Can I get a wistful “Goonies never say die?”
Meanwhile, in Kansas: Megan Phelps-Roper vows to double the number of star wipes in her upcoming, hate-and-dancing themed Ke$ha parody video.
Shia LaBeouf and a Bunch of Normal Cars
The Unbearable Whiteness of Being