Exploitation. Voyeurism. Tears.
As some of you may know, Billy Bob Thornton was recently outed as a major douchebag. He showed up with his band the Boxmasters to a live radio interview, and because the interviewer mentioned in his introduction that Billy Bob was (gasp!) an actor and not, I don't know, a Rock God — he sulked, stopped answering questions like a normal person, and in general acted like a petulant, self-important baby. Check out Michael Ian Black's inevitable impersonation.
Do you have a mania for constantly updating everyone you know on the minutiae of your life? Is it getting hard to do it in 140 characters or less? Then have no fear — Flutter is here.
I could not be happier that some jokesters took on one of the most loathesome songs ever written — the cloying, annoying, and nonsensical "Breakfast at Tiffany's" by Deep Blue Something. (Even the band's name makes me want to chew my own face off.) So what did the parodists do exactly? They just took the song's attempt at including banal date conversation into its lyrics to its logical and ridiculous conclusion.
If those Nigerian scam emails were telling the truth about dead kings, and off-shore accounts that only you, a chump at your desk in your cubicle can access, this is what it would look like. I just got one yesterday, and I tell you, they're an entertaining read!
This literal video isn't made by the originators of this genius concept, but its wonky tribute to the genre is pretty good. The singer's cracking voice plus the crackling audio quality definitely add to the absurdity. (And is it just me, or is James Blunt really beautiful annoying?)
It was only a matter of time before The Snuggie and the Sham Wow mated to become the vestment/absorbent towel of choice for couch potatoes everywhere! Why get up to grab a paper towel because you just spilled beer or nacho cheese sauce all over your Snuggie when you can just wipe up your mess with your blanket/towel/cult member's robe? I would draw the line at taking bathroom breaks from the comfort of your couch, though.
I love Czech novelist Franz Kafka as much as the next brooding existentialist, but I never want to land at his namesake airport in Prague. Named as the world's most alienating airport, Franz Kafka International takes the confusion of air travel and multiplies it by a million. The average delay?
Oh, man. Are you trying to tell me I spent over five hours watching Quentin Tarantino's Kill Bill parts one and two when I could have gotten the whole story in one minute? I always find out stuff too late.
Poor Rush Limbaugh. The Democrats are anointing him the true leader of the Republican Party, opening him to ridicule from the left and repudiation from the right. So this dude stepped in to save the frail and demure flower that is Rush, borrowing a page from Chris Crocker's impassioned and hysterical plea for us to "Leave Britney alone!"