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Ants in my pants,
Ants in my pants,
Lookin’ like a fool with these ants in my pants.
Middle of the bottom row. I knew Jerry Bear was still alive, man.
I just logged in for the first time in months to say I love you. (I just logged in for the first time in months to say I caaaare)
KUUUUUUURT! This made up for the fact that I am getting so, so, so sick of auto-tune that I almost can’t even deal with the musical numbers anymore. I never thought I would end up watching this show for the bullshit that happens between songs. Like KISSING.
“On second thought, let’s not go to Camelot. It’s off the chain, yo.”
“Frankly, my dear, I DO NOT WANT.”
I stood in Barnes & Noble and read (well, flipped through) just enough of her book to confirm that she plays for my team, which I’m pretty sure gives me the moral and legal right to call her my girlfriend. So I guess I’m kinda sad, but really I’m looking forward to conjugal visits.
We’re just helping to build the story that he hopes his children will read someday.
I particularly like the part where he calls the interviewer’s wife ugly and the interviewer is like, “Well, I love my wife, so.” and Charlie Sheen is all like, “Well, not your wife, I mean everyone else’s wife, because you and I are winning, OBVIOUSLY.”
What the hell kind of canned powdered coffee (cocaine) was that supposed to be?
But Errol Flynn had arms! He used them to buckle his swashes!
I am confused, and incapable of processing this with my feeble troll brain.
Next Videogum party at Sober Valley Lodge! Its primary client achieved radical success!
That is my absolute favorite way to insult celebrities whose legendary drug use doesn’t live up to my standards of epic partying. Was the “Flynn” he referred to supposed to be Erroll Flynn?
Once again fiction reveals a timeless truth: compared to Justin Bieber, John Waters IS an old-school gentleman. I can just see him playing croquet (with papier-mache breasts as balls) and knowing which fork to use (to feed dogshit into someone’s vagina).
Ahem. Please disregard all this fail. Apparently 73-year-olds shouldn’t try to get fancy on the internet.
Your only hope for rad Monkeybone gifs will be if Gabe reviews it. I’m renewing the nomination, for the good of mankind.
Sonofabitch!
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Why is this so hard?
Noooooooooo!
Gluhwein is delish!
I never thought I’d have to contemplate a universe, even a fictitious one, that contains some kind of desire triangle between Arnold Schwarzenegger, Rita Wilson, and Phil Hartman.
In other news, I’m retracting my nomination for the appalling Brendan Fraser vehicle Monkeybone, because I love this feature. Monkeybone, a grating, irritating, chafing misfire by Nightmare Before Christmas’s Henry Selick in which the two leads are played by a literally comatose Brendan Fraser and a horny monkey, is so clearly and objectively the WMOAT that it would mark the end of this series.
Never in a million years would it have occurred to me to liveblog watching a Ke$ha video. Genius. This should be a regular feature. #LBWAKV
What the HELL is it going to take to get Kurt smooched already?
Also, 6:30 PM for a concert? I took my nephew to a Wiggles show that started later than this.
“Shortly into its trip, it lost part of its load.” Well, at least it didn’t shoot its WHOLE wad.