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As I was toiling around the Internet the other day, I came across this severe photo of Cindy McCain (are there any other type?) and a thought occurred to me: if everyone had a pocket-sized version of this pic, we could have a utopian society. Think about it. Any moment you're contemplating cheating, slacking off, or being disrespectful, one look at this photo will completely change your mind. Sounds crazy, but it's true. Cindy's face is so harsh and judgmental, it's almost as if she's asking you — and only you — "OH REALLY?" How can one transgress in the presence of such matronly disdain?
Examples after the jump.
The Daytime Emmys were held last night, and while I didn't watch the festivities, I certainly checked out Yahoo's photo galleries, and needless to say, there are several intriguing pics on display. After the jump, my five favorite shots of the night.
Okay, they weren't really naked. I just wanted to post something really quickly since it might be an hour or two before I get my next A-list, celebrity-laden story up later today.
Leave it to Heidi and Spencer to upstage the most jaw-dropping photo of the week.
For more Speidi escapades in the Magic Kingdom, check out photos of them and their surprisingly wide array of Disney headware at A Socialite's Life.
Last night, as Elisha Cuthbert was exiting venerable Beverly Hills eatery Mr. Chow's, a guy fell over and gashed his head. The plucky 24 star was ever so kind to help him up, but that didn't stop her and her positively DISMAYED friend from sharing a joint look of shock, confusion, and repulsion. And really, isn't that all we want from a paparazzi photo? Kinda my favorite pic of the week right now.
Via Socialite's Life
Earlier today, I was looking at a picture of Abigail Breslin on Best Week Ever, and for some reason, her face struck me as being particularly Juliette Binoche-ish. I couldn't help wondering if it was just me, or if their faces were truly interchangeable. I busted out the Photoshop, and ten minutes later, I had the bizarre results.
Photos after the jump:
'Allo!
I'm in a rush; so I can't write anything funny about this pic, but honestly, do I even have to?
BLOODY GOOD TIMES, GUV'NAH!
Common sense and some sort of innate, animal instinct tells us that when it comes to lions, we humans should probably keep our distance. However, someone forgot to pass along the memo to British school teacher Kate Drew, who on a recent safari, opted to get up close and personal with the big cats, thinking that, you know, she wouldn't get her head gnawed off. Turns out that maybe she should have thought twice. The unlucky woman quickly found herself the chew-toy of choice for one jovial lion, but thankfully, she survived this completely predictable and avoidable attack. Non-graphic photos after the jump...
It's funny because it's true.
I love when the Yahoo! News algorithms go funky, as evidenced here when a picture of a dog was chosen to represent the twenty-four semifinalists on American Idol. Ominous foreshadowing or merely wishful thinking? I'd tune in.
"Hands up, utensils down. God, I'm good."
If I were a woman, especially a pale woman with no makeup in an oversized shirt and fat jeans, I wouldn't want to be photographed next to Padma Lakshmi — especially when she's in full-on catwalk mode. Put simply: there's just no way to look good. But alas, that's exactly what happened to this poor lady who found herself accidentally meandering onto Padma's invisible runway. I'm sure the woman's very pleasant looking in real life, but next to all that PadmaGlamour™, well, she's just so PLAIN.
Yes, it's the dreaded umbrella effect of Padma — a phenomenon that increases people's blandness the closer they get to her. Somewhere, Gail Simmons is quietly crying. And eating.
While I was out the other night, I came across that most exciting of encounters: a cougar trapping some young, innocent prey into her dangerous clutches. Of course, I did what any good samaritan would do in that situation: I busted out my camera.
Now for those of you who don't know what a "cougar" is, rest assured that I'm not talking about an actual cougar cat. No, "cougar" is slang for women of a certain age who aggressively target younger men to be their, er, paramour for the evening. It's a mesmerizing phenomenon, and witnessing the dance of the COUGAR (best said with a deep, low, Will Arnett voice) is an event unto itself.
That being said, no brush with a cougar has ever been as ill-advised as the one I witnessed the other night. I didn't get many pics, but I got enough. I guarantee you'll be recoiling. Photos after the jump.
N.E.R.D.H. — No One Ever Really Dances the Hora
Here's a story I think we can all raise a glass of Manischewitz to. Recently, hip-hop singer and über-producer Pharrell stumbled upon an Orthodox Jewish wedding and was so fascinated by the proceedings that he decided to hang-out and watch. The families then invited him to come join the festivities, one thing led to another, and now here we are with pictures of Pharrell doing the hora on TMZ. It's a wonderful world. Not since I got to enjoy an "herbal moment" with Method Man have I been so happy to see a Jewish/hip-hop crossover. I still, however, am waiting for the inevitable Streisand/Soulja Boy collaboration.
(via TMZ)
I decided to make a LOLcat for the first time ever. If you think it's funny, click on the pic and vote on the site. If you don't think it's funny, well, then I guess this is very awkward, isn't it?
"Heeyyy guys. Do you like my dehydrated pumpkin? Me too."
(via Getty Images)
Janet: Oh, Mr. Obama, it's really so wonderful to meet you! I can't tell you how excited I am for your campaign. Before I forget, this here on my right is my dearest friend Luanne—
Luanne: I just got a perm.
Obama: Ahh... very nice...
Janet: And this is Marilyn. She just loves you!
Marilyn: Janet, ohmigosh. I can't believe you said that.
Obama: Well, it's lovely to meet you, ladies. Thanks so much for coming out to support—
Janet: We were so excited to meet you that we got you a gift. Marilyn, did you bring the tea cozy? The one we got at Mervyns? I want to give it to Barack here.
Marilyn: I, uh, I'm sorry. I'm just a bit overwhelmed.
Janet: Marilyn, now is not the time. I'm so sorry, Barack. How was your flight? Marilyn, will you please check your purse? MARILYN.
Marilyn: My purse? I don't even know what that is. Is it warm in here? I think I need to sit down or—
Obama: Honestly ladies, you really didn't need to get me a cozy. I have plenty—
Janet: No, it was our pleasure... MARILYN, GET THE DAMN COZY OUT OF YOUR PURSE.
Marilyn: I'm a... I'm a... Oh lord...
Luanne: So you really like my perm, right? You're not just saying that.
Janet: Luanne, he doesn't care about your perm.
Luanne: But you said that he would.
Janet: I think Mr. Obama is a very busy man, and he doesn't need to comment on your hair.
Luanne: You said he would like it. You SPECIFICALLY said that.
Janet: I know what I said, Luanne. Let's not raise our voices. I'm so sorry, Barack.
Luanne: You're lying, Janet. And you know it.
Janet: You know what, Luanne? Why don't you just go back to the car, okay? Here are the keys. Just take them and just... just... get out of here.
Obama: I'm sorry, I really have to get going.
Marilyn: I LOVE YOU.
Janet: Marilyn!
Luanne: Screw this. I'm going to Olive Garden.
(Photo courtesy of the New York Times)
"HONK!" If You Love Children's Theater
AND HOW! There's so much to love about this random, little blog post (which admittedly was published last July). There's the utterly unabashed, un-ironic enthusiasm of its headline; there's the ebullient comment of one Cookie Kubarek who writes "HONK! HONK!! HONK!!!" (note the steadily increasing use of exclamation points); there's the blog author who includes a dictionary link for the word "kvelling" (oy!); there's the fact that this production is actually called Honk!; and then there's the photo of our young, honk-worthy stars reaching a crescendo of music and emotion, as evidenced by their outstretched arms and open mouths. I particularly like the one kid in the glasses whose lack of theatrical rapture suggests that maybe he was foisted on this production by an over-eager stage mother (a stark contrast to the short boy on the right, who's clearly already in line for the next Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat audition).
If this post doesn't satisfy your sweet tooth, be sure to check out the rest of The Falls Village Blog, a hokey corner of the web that bills itself as "News, Gossip, and Opinion from Connecticut's Brigadoon." Yes, it's the ultimate small-town blog, boasting aggressively quaint pictures of frolicking children, old-fashioned fire trucks, and the ever so chic Country Couture fashion line, housed at Robin and Allen Cockerline's Whippoorwill Farm (I'm not making this up). The site is truly something out of a Norman Rockwell painting, which means it'll only be a matter of time before a some horrific scandal rocks its world. You know, like a black person moving to town.
Nevertheless, HONK! if you agree with me.
• "Honk!" If You Love Children's Theater [The Falls Village Blog]
I don't often visibly recoil in my seat when I check out British tabloids, but that's exactly what happened when I stumbled upon this image of Rhydian Roberts, star of the British hit, The X Factor, on holiday with his tantastic aunt Maxine. The contrast is stupefying.
Be warned: application of sunglasses may be required for viewing the uncensored image after the jump...
While Kanye mugs for the camera, Beyoncé waits patiently for two platters of diamonds to materialize in her hands.
According to Kanye West, Beyoncé is apparently a genius with the Connect 4 as she beat the rapper nine times on a recent trip to Vegas. It's not as impressive a feat as, you know, an Oscar win (or nomination), but it's nice to see that Beyoncé now has a new talent in her already extensive repertoire (which includes but is not limited to shimmering in spotlights, strutting into rooms, and nose-diving down staircases).
(P.S. it's time for Kanye to "upgrade upgrade" to a digital cam)
In an ill-advised public relations move, the Ministry of Truth hires Sharon Stone as the new face of totalitarianism.
"And so I walked into Toys 'R' Us, saw Geoffrey the Giraffe, and told the clerk, 'I want that skinned, cleaned, and ON MY HEAD!'"
[Buzz Photo via Best Week Ever]
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