We’re all reunited on the latest episode of “Watch What Crappens!” Ben Mandelker (bsideblog.com), Matt Whitfield (Yahoo!) and Ronnie Karam (TVgasm.com) are all here to break down the latest Brandi drama on “Real Housewives of Beverly Hills.” Then the claws really come out as we take down our new most hated show, “Vanderpump Rules,” and talk smack about “Real Housewives of Atlanta,” “Shahs of Sunset,” “Top Chef: Seattle,” and “Million Dollar Decorators.” Oh, and there’s plenty of gossip too. Come listen!
I don’t normally post about politics here (I’m already asleep), but last night’s Rick Perry gaffe at the umpteenth Republican debate was kiiiiind of amalzing. If you haven’t seen it yet, check out the minute of awkwardness above. Sort of funny, sort of sad. I’m still cringing. Oops.
Saturday Night Live was only okay this past weekend, but one of the highlights was the above clip, which imagines what exactly might happen if President Obama were to lose his cool.
After the jump, another two of my favorite clips Ã¢â‚¬â€Ã‚Â a Celebrity Apprentice bit and a bizarre yet funny pairing of a sportscaster and an alien.
There’s really nothing more to add to this Ã¢â‚¬â€ except maybe “I love The Soup..”
According to Page Six, beer heiress / cookie plagiarizer Cindy McCain was in talks with producers of ABC’s Dancing with the Stars to be a contestant next season; however, her footloose and fancy free dreams were allegedly destroyed by hubby John for reasons yet to be announced. I suppose it probably has something to do with Cindy’s fragile body, which seems at times to verge on suffering from brittle bone disease. But then again, maybe John’s just fearful that Cindy might run off in the manly arms of Derek Hough.
It’s probably best that Cindy’s not on the show. I can just imagine how it would play out…
Well, I just exercised my constitutional rights. And it was glorious.
Actually, it wasn’t. I stood in line for an hour, which was fine and expected. The only problem was that the woman behind me would not. stop. talking. I’m telling you, she chatted incessantly, oversharing her entire life to virtual strangers. Thankfully, she wasn’t talking to me, but still, what could have been a pleasant, meditative hour of people watching instead turned into one of the longest sixty minutes of my life. It got me thinking: what will I be happiest about most once I’ve cast my vote? Well, now I have a list, and I hope you’ll relate.
The top 5 Ã¢â‚¬â€ plus more on that woman Ã¢â‚¬â€Ã‚Â after the jump…
John McCain’s campaign has been trailing in the national polls recently, and while I’m sure he’d be delighted to get whatever help he can get, I tend to think these photos of Spencer Pratt and Heidi Montag in pro-McCain/Palin t-shirts may not be what he has in mind. Yes, in the past McCain has expressed fondness for Heidi, but I always assumed that was just a doddering old man saying things he didn’t really mean about things he didn’t really understand. After all, who would want someone as universally loathed as Heidi to be the poster child of your campaign? It’s like courting the endorsement of Osama Bin Laden.
That’s why with their guns and beer and vacant expressions, Spencer and Heidi’s latest publicity ploy is destined to fail. In an election season where guilt by association seems to be the name of the game, the two have completely negated all the inroads McCain has made with this Bill Ayers nonsense. Next time anyone accuses Obama of being friends with a domestic terrorist, all he has to say is “Well, John McCain likes Speidi.”
For a closer look at Spencer and Heidi’s t-shirts, follow the jump…
Via Socialite’s Life
Take a good look at the cats above. They represent the future of this country. That’s right, meet Barack Obama (l) and Renegade (r), two cats partaking in the “Purr-fect President” competition as part of the sixth annual CFA Iams Cat Championship. Attendees of this very special event are encouraged to vote for their favorite “Demo-cat” or “Republi-cat,” with the results perhaps foreshadowing the eventual Presidential election in November.
Aside from all the silly puns employed in this event, I really only care because I think it’s hilarious that anyone would name their cat “Barack Obama.” How incredibly awkward. Every time the cat does something, it must sound way more momentous than it actually is. I can just imagine the owner complaining, “UGH! Barack Obama is shedding EVERYWHERE.” Or “Guess what? Barack Obama caught a bird yesterday!” or “My heavens, Barack Obama coughed up quite the fur ball this morning.” Ahhhh, I kill me.
For more information on these cats (including the results), feel free to read about the contest here.
And if you’re wondering if the potential First Ladies got any feline lovin’, fear not. Picture of the Cindy McCain cat after the jump.
While most celebrities and quasi-celebrities have been urging citizens to get out there and vote this election, along comes Trishelle (The Real World: Las Vegas, Ninja Cheerleaders) with these special words of wisdom, courtesy of her Facebook page:
Trishelle Cannatella thinks if you haven’t watched the debates or know about the election and plan on voting for who your “daddy” votes for, do your country a favor and DON’T VOTE!
Well, that settles that! Thanks to Jash for pointing this out to me.
In the wake of last night’s third and final Presidential debate, Joe the Plumber received quite the amount of attention from Barack Obama and John McCain. Many Americans were puzzled by this, and none more so than our most celebrated plumber, Mario. I have obtained this exclusive copy of a letter written by Mario to both candidates expressing his frustration about the situation. Please take note.
Dear Mr. a-McCain and Mr. a-Obama,
I’m so mad I could throw a meat-a-ball at you for spending all your a-debate talking about Joe the Plumber. Last time I checked, Joe the Plumber never risked his a-life saving a royal member of the Mushroom Kingdom, and yet all you a-two do is talk about Joe. Joe deserves this. Joe deserves that. You know who’s the most deserving plumber? It’s a me, Mario!
Eight a-castles I went through, and after almost every a-one of the them, some lady told me I was in the wrong a-one. But did I ever complain? Mamma mia, no! Joe the Plumber though, he’s a-complainin’ left and right. Let a-me ask you this: Can this a-Joe guy throw fire from his hands? I donna think so. Can this a-Joe guy play every sport in the world, including golf, tennis, baseball, soccer, and several events from the Beijing Olympics? I donna think so. Can this a-Joe guy throw a party so good, they a-call it Joe Party? No, he can’t. They don’t a-even call him “Super.” You a-know why? Because he’s a pussy, like my a-brother a-Luigi. Except Luigi actually has balls. And they’re shaped like Boo the ghost. It’s a-strange.
So here’s my a-point, Senators. Next time you a-feel like singling out a member of my profession, make sure it’s someone who’s stepped on at least one turtle in his life, okay?