There are many pressing questions in this world: is Carnival Cruise Lines actually run by carnies? Is Carnie Wilson related to Owen and Luke? And does Owen get jealous that it’s called Luke warm and not Owen warm?
I know what you’re saying: “Ben, you are INSIDE MY BRAIN.” Well, you’re welcome. But I’d like to add another puzzling question to the list.
Is the man in the above photo smiling or scowling? It sort of looks like a smile, but it also looks vaguely angry. Maybe he’s “smizing.” I really can’t tell, and I welcome all input on this VERY. PRESSING. ISSUE.
Rihanna’s latest ubiquitous hit, “We Found Love,” boasts of finding love in a hopeless place. This has left listeners pondering many questions, chief among them: what sort of hopeless place was Rihanna talking about?
After the jump, a list of potential hopeless locales where Rihanna may have found love against the odds…
Before there was Snooki and The Situation, there were Teresa and Joe Gorga, a feuding brother and sister duo who at one point were very close… and very tan.
I don’t know what’s most impressive: Teresa’s fashion sense (she looks like she got tangled in some sort of leopard-print duct tape dispenser) or her voluminous hair, which cascades down like an overgrown weeping willow dipped in tar. Then there’s the matter of Joe’s oiled up barrel chest. I’ll assume he’s fresh from some Jell-o wrestling under the inflated Coors Light can in the distance. Either way, this is some hot, sticky fun over here.
Props to the lady on the right, who managed to get through this picture relatively unscathed. I’m wondering what she grew up to be. Here’s my guess.
Thanks to Matt Whitfield for the heads up.
Once again, I’m left wondering (in the best possible way) what could possibly be going on here in this behind-the-scenes photo from 30 Rock.
Post your suggestions.
What happens when you can’t find a parking spot at Warner Bros? Looks like my friend found a solution…
Martha Stewart just posted this pic from her Twitter feed with the caption, “We are in north miami beach. Which of these places should I patronize? Really looking for lunch.”
Sounds like Martha has some fun times ahead of her…
People might not realize this, but Halloween in Los Angeles can be a crazy, crazy experience, and this past weekend was no exception. Luckily, my friends and I always seem to have a camera on hand, which means much of the ridiculousness can be documented. Sadly, we did miss some vital pics — such as the annual onslaught of sexy iterations of generally non-sexy things: sexy Waldo, sexy Freddy Krueger, sexy Chilean miners, etc. I even think I saw a sexy version of Max from Where the Wild Things Are.
Pictures (of slutty and non-slutty costumes alike) after the jump…
Ten years ago, I was a lowly intern on Strangers with Candy, the cult-comedy series on Comedy Central that aired for three seasons. It was a pretty thankless job, but there were occasional perks. One day, in fact, the powers that be had me serve as a classroom extra for a few scenes, which meant that I got to spend a day sitting behind Amy Sedaris in a room with Stephen Colbert and guest star David Cross (and Heather Matarazzo, if we want to get specific). It was kind of amazing. To this day I will always remember a bored Amy Sedaris sitting there in between takes and naming as many sausages as she could in her Jerri Blank voice. The bit was so bizarre yet so utterly hilarious that I couldn’t help but laugh out loud, which was strange because not only was I the only one laughing, but apparently the only one listening to her as well. How could people be ignoring her? I swear to God, when she ultimately said “Blood sausage,” I nearly lost it.
Nevertheless, I was watching the episode the other night, and I decided to take a screen grab of my impressive acting debut. The pic hardly does justice to my stellar performance, but it does show off my shapely college-age body.
I don’t watch The Bachelorette. Nor do I watch The Bachelor. In fact, I kind of hate both shows. However, last night my friend Jenny came knocking on my door in dire straits: her Bachelorette viewing party had imploded, and now she desperately needed somewhere to watch the finale. Being the friendly and welcoming person that I am, I let her in and watched as she proceeded to travel through an entire spectrum of emotions. Witnessing the changes on Jenny’s face was surely more entertaining than the two hours of fluff on screen; so what better way to document the true Bachelorette experience than by snapping some photos of Jenny’s reactions.
Pictures after the jump…
Some poor person has lost their dog, and by all means, I don’t mean to mock that (last time I did that, it turned out I was targeting the missing pooch of Alessandra Ambrosio). However, I must call attention to this “Lost” sign. I don’t think I have ever — outside of a cartoon — seen such a shifty-eyed dog. Seriously, all that’s missing is a thin mustache, a top hat, and a monocle. Or is he more of an Old West outlaw? You know, the kind that shows up on faded, yellow Wanted posters for killing Deputy Angus over by Dead Man’s Bluff. Okay, I’m talking nonsense now. All I do know is that this dog is up to no good, and if I didn’t know better, I’d say he wasn’t “missing” but rather on the run, riding the rails up to Montana where he’ll start a new life as barkeep or the manager of a general store.
This owner should clearly be counting his or her blessings because I’m fairly certain Satan himself has possessed that little guy.
(Of course it could just be a terrible photo, and the dog is really an angel, and some poor person is totally distraught over the loss of his or her faithful friend. Either/or)
A closer pic of the dog after the jump… (trust me, it’s worth it)