Veronica and Eufrat
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- Date: Mar 19,2008
First, let me tell you how I feel about The Hills.
The Hills is everything that is wrong with America, and then some - including being a potential portal for the four horsemen of the apocalypse to ride through after sodomizing a couple of the cast members (which is fine by me, just not the apocalypse part since .223 ammo is hard to come by these days and I’m woefully under-stocked if I want to take over and defend the nearest Walmart).
It’s a “reality” show that’s actually scripted, produced, it’s locations are scouted, it’s actors are made up professionals, and it’s lasted 3 goddamn seasons on what used to be the most ground-breaking music channel in the world, but what has now become a popularity contest run by Abercrombe douchebags and Valtrex-swilling whores. Anyone who works on the Hills or promotes it will end up in the 8th circle of Hell, specifically coming to reside in Bolgias 2, 6, and 8. So, at least we can look forward to them all being dead someday. In the meantime, please ogle the nekkid bewbs of Audrina Partridge at WWTDD. Whore.
I was raised during a time when there were two hard parts about going out on a Friday: finding beer, and then finding some retarded Bartles and James wine cooler that my girlfriend would like to drink. The former was usually a helluva lot easier than the latter. All so I could have a snowball’s chance in hell at a handjob. If that. But things seem to be changing, what this new-fangled feminism going ’round these days:
Let’s face it, the only thing better than a skinny broad is a drunken skinny broad. Hell, I’m sure most of you don’t even care if they’re skinny, just as long as they’re drunk. Drunk women generally find me funny, and attractive. That’s the miracle of booze, and I’m all for it. If it means that some women have to risk their health in order to continue being the party sluts that they are, then so be it, I can’t fight progress. And I suggest you don’t either.
Yeah, that’s us: we’ve got a pic of a dog boning a four-legged blowup duck or some shit. All in the name of entertaining you, dear reader. via Sexoteric
Holy crap. Their cars are better, their beer is better, their women are better…
Someone who works for someone who works for the vodka company that makes Trump Vodka that works for Trump is gonna get their ass thrown in jail, according to TMZ:
In photos obtained by Nik Richie over at TheDirty.com, Chanell Elaine Hallett is seen working as a hostess — totally nude except for a little paint. According to the website, her drivers license suggests that her 18th birthday would’ve fallen about a week and a half after the Super Bowl week event. (And in case you’re wondering, it’s common for AZ licenses to be good for 50 years.)
Pics over at I Don’t Like You in That Way that lead me to wonder why she was working for a modeling agency to begin with. Wow.
Found by Cecil, over at Jezebel:
So when I packed to go on an 8-day vacation last week, I surveyed my vibe collection to see which would be the most travel-friendly for a trip with a large group of people sharing bedrooms in an open, airy beach house. In the end, I decided against packing any of them, because I knew they were all too loud or large to not draw attention. But by day 6 of my trip I was going out of my mind, and I decided I needed to be a little more self-reliant in self-pleasuring.
Probably not much help for the male visitors of the Yeti, but we try to do our equal-opportunity best. Especially if you’re female, hot, and send pics. Not like this one or this one or even this one. Ew.
via Badgirl, who’s been linkin’ to this site through thick and thin
…if you’re trying to raise your kids to be the next Kardashian or Spears, that is.
Andrea Bailey of Ashland, Kentucky bought a pack of straws at Wal-Mart for her 3-year-old-daughter a couple weeks ago. The pack had a variety of shapes, including a heart, but also two that she says look like penises. Bailey was quite upset and complained to the story. Wal-Mart says it has pulled the product, manufactured by Eagle Marks Corporation, from its shelves as they investigate the matter. From WSAZ.com:
“There are two of them that are shaped like the male private area (READ: COCK - mike),” said Bailey. “I called Wal-Mart and they very rude with me about it. They acted like I was lying, like I was making it all up. You know, I would never make something up like that, especially about my little girl. But, that’s just how they treated me and it’s just not right.”
via Boingboing, but really Cecil - who likes redheads
Ohmigod! I just saw these pics on Perez Hilton! HOLY SHIT! First off, Perez Hilton is an asshole. He’s an asshole who seems to contend that you can be famous for having a) an over-the-top “BITCH PLEASE” homo attitude and b) pink fucking hair. So you can use Paint to write on pictures. Yay.
Fleshbot’s reporting that those pics of the Sex in the City chick that I would have actually agreed to have sober intercourse with might actually just be some random brunette caught at the right angle. Dunno. See for yourself after the jump.
(pic of NY State Governor Paterson saying, “I, for one, would hit it” courtesy of Yahoo)
WTF? Like, minutes into office, newly-sworn-in New York State Governor David Paterson steps up and basically says:
“Well, at least I didn’t have to pay for it.”
First we had the Spitzenator’s hotpics, and now we’ve got two dozen Post reporters digging around trying to find “Paterson’s Pets” or some shit.
Well, you know what’ll happen: I’ll post pics.