Project Runway: Santino Roots for Jeff, Disses Klum

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santino.JPGIf you’ve been watching Project Runway this season, you are aware of who the editors have pegged as “the Villain”: Jeffrey Sebalia, he of the weak-chinned and windy neck tattoos. Throughout the season, people have compared Jeff to last year’s pseudo-villain Santino, who at least redeemed himself with a killer Tim Gunn impersonation. Both of them are misfits, and both prefer shredding a hem rather than stitching one. Which is why Santino’s following Myspace bulletin struck us as so funny. They’re friends!

So Bravo’s Project Runway 3 is having a Fan favorite contest…..
Winner get $10,000….
Vote for my friend Jeffrey Sebelia,
If you’ve been swayed by the editing of this complex man, DON’T BELIEVE THE HYPE!
Jeff’s the real deal and I’m in 100% support of him.

P.P.S. Jeffrey is Jeffrey, Santino is Santino. Jeffrey is not this season’s Santino. Or trying to be anything other than himself. McQueen is not trying to be Westwood…. In many ways Jeffrey and I couldn’t be more different. Comparing us, as Heidi did in the first episode, just shows her ignorance. (I often wonder if she knows what she’s looking at, ever?) Unfortunately, I received too many comments already that reitterate Heidi’s sentiments. Jeffrey is as passionate as I am about creating HIS idea of beauty. RESPECT IS MUTUAL.

Defensive much? And I know he did not just call Mizz Heidi Klum ignorant. It seems pretty universal that lederhosen lingerie is so not the sexy.

CAPTION THIS! Brad Goes Berserk

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Instead of making one up, here’s what Brad had to say about this pic: “That’s the picture that’s going to end up when I have breakdown or something … if I get arrested for a DUI later on, make racial slurs or something.”

Well, he set it up, now it’s time for you to knock it down. Leave your Captions in the Comments now.

Ballpark Prank Proves to Be Both Meaty and Hilarious

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yankees1.JPGEver wonder what it feels like to be Derek Jeter on the field at Yankee Stadium? One easy way is to buy some high-waisted Z. Cavariccis and morph your face into a way handsome baby. But another cheaper, more plausible way is to follow in the footsteps of one prankster, Rob Lathan, who set up a brilliant chanting scenario at Yankee Stadium. It goes like this: Rob walked the aisles “looking” for his seat, while his friends kept yelling “Rob! Rob!” to get his attention. Soon, other strangers joined in with the Rob chanting, while Rob, seemingly deaf, aimlessly looked around for his seat. Some strangers got creative, changing the chant from “WHERE IS ROB? WHERE IS ROB?” to the more straightforward “ROB’S RE-TAR-DED (CLAP CLAP, CLAP CLAP CLAP).” Every time Rob made an appearance in a section, the crowd would go wild screaming his name. The result? By the end of the game, a Rob apperance would cause the entire stand to jump to their feet and shout his name. People wanted pictures, autographs, starlets threw themselves at him. For the rest of the night, Rob was Derek Jeter. We really hope he gets tested.

Read about the prank and see fan photos here. Pure genius!

SIZZLER: Kirsten Dunst A Bad Lay In Cars, Bathroom, By The Sea

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dunst.jpgHollywood couples come and go so quickly it’s easy to assume that celebrities don’t work as hard as the rest of when it comes to building solid relationships. We think they’re flighty. We think that once the initial infatuation starts to die down, the average movie star will cut and run, never to think of their ex-lover ever again. Well, in the case of Kirsten Dunst and Jake Gyllenhaal, we couldn’t be more wrong. Those kids gave it their all. Just look at what Kirsten had to say in a recent interview:

“Jake and I couldn’t last. He’s a stay-at-home boy and I’m an out-on-the-town girl. We tried to spice things up – we had sex in cars, in the bathroom and even by the sea. The only place we didn’t have the guts to try was in a walkway in a hotel because we thought we might get kicked out if we were caught.”

So there you have it; celebrities really are just like us. And to think, if only they were able to have sex in that walkway, maybe they would’ve lasted longer. Like, at least 6 or 7 minutes longer (depending on how tired Jake was).

PROPPED: Crocodile Hunter Mario Spoof

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You don’t want to laugh at this. You really don’t. It’s too soon, you say. The acting is terrible, the effects are amateurish and the concept isn’t all that clever, you claim. But then you watch it. Twice. And that’s when you realize, dammit, that Super Mario Brothers music makes everything kinda funny. Even this.

Thanks to tonygarcia for Dropping this (and once again insuring that we go directly to hell.) Got something you want us to see? Drop it now!

Anna Nicole Smith’s Son Dies at 20

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AnnaNicole.JPGIf you were closet fans of the Anna Nicole Smith show on E!, as we were, you will surely remember her teenage son Daniel. It was the strangest thing — there was his Mom, former Playboy Playmate, bit of a loose cannon, tabloid fodder and butt of many jokes. Then there was her son, who against all odds seemed like a really nice, normal teenage boy. Well, we are saddened to report that Daniel Smith passed away yesterday while vacationing in the Bahamas. He was only 20 years old. Anna’s attorney Howard K. Stern reports that they do not believe drugs or alcohol played a part in the passing. This tragic news comes only a few days after Anna Nicole gave birth to a healthy baby girl. We are genuinely saddened by the news — because, let’s face it, deep down we all love Anna Nicole. We wish her our condolences and hope that, for once, the media will step back and allow this woman some privacy.

While You Were Trying To Just Make It Through The Day

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  • Paris Hilton’s Bottoms Up co-star has slammed the heiress for being unprofessional and talentless. He also probably slammed her in his trailer, too.
  • PETA has branded Steve Irwin a “cheap reality TV star”. Even the crocodiles Irwin used to harass think PETA’s a little f**ked up for that.
  • Sean “Diddy” Combs can no longer go by “Diddy” in Britain because there’s already a Diddy there. Combs insists he wasn’t trying to steal the name– he was just sampling it.
  • Gibson has created a guitar in honor of Green Day’s Billie Joe Armstrong. Like Armstrong, the guitar only plays three chords.
  • Pirates of The Caribbean has surpassed the $1 billion mark for Disney. Yet somehow I still don’t know anybody who actually enjoyed it. Do you?

Best of the Best Week Ever: Arrested Developments

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  • Overcome with an “In ‘N Out” craving of a different kind, a drunken Paris Hilton hopped into her car and got a DUI, shocking precisely no people, and providing publicist Elliot Mintz with yet another embarassment that he can somehow use to make her more famous.
  • Local news reporters launched a campaign of hilarity this week, with Flaming Cockroach-Phobic Weatherman and Bodyslammed Field Reporter triumphantly leading the way.
  • Ellen DeGeneres must be hitting the bong she gave K-Fed, because her woefully idiotic observational humor pondering “the whole blog deal” managed to turn the entire Internet into comedy’s new “airplane food”, all before the first commercial break.
  • Suri Cruise finally showed herself to the world this week, and even though she’s the chemically-manufactured emo-haired Asian fake baby of a whacked out closet case and his brainwashed beard pseudo-wife, we just can’t help loving her to bits.
  • After ripping a page from her sister’s playbook and lip-synching on TV, Jessica Simpson somehow succeeds in doing something even more pathetic than getting blown off by John Mayer.
  • Judging by her first film role, Kate Moss is way better at blowing lines with rockstar junkies than she is at acting.
  • The Crocodile Hunter’s tragic demise makes us all yell “Crikey!”, then wonder when it is finally okay to laugh.

RANT: Give the “Emo McHipster” Movies a Rest, Zach

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garden_state.jpgWhile waiting to see Step Up the other night (I positively adore films about people overcoming life obstacles through the power of dance), I saw a preview for Zach Braff’s new movie The Last Kiss, which unexpectedly made me so physically angry that I literally wanted to get up and punch the screen. It’s not that it looked like one of those ridiculous movies with cross-dressing Wayans you always wonder who watches. On the surface, The Last Kiss actually seems like the kind of character-driven dark comedy I tend to enjoy. So why did I want to punch it? Three reasons:

(a) It’s a completely shameless attempt to exploit the few suckers who are so enamored by Braff’s highly over-rated brand of psuedo-indie pretentiousness that they’d actually shell out another ten bucks to see a cynically-produced carbon copy of Garden State, leading me to wonder:

(b) How many movies do we need in which Braff plays a charmingly conflicted twenty-something trying to figure out “what it all means” by staring sullenly at us from artful camera shots until he meets a girl who’s vaguely “different” because she does wacky spontaneous stuff like yelling into canyons in the rain, all set to a soundtrack of last year’s mainstream indie rock, which Braff clearly thinks is “edgy” despite the fact this life-changing music can probably also be found in a Toyota commercial?

(c) Based on this trailer, The Last Kiss appears to be the cinematic equivalent of a sensitive high school kid’s overwrought poetry about loneliness, which falls somewhere between footage of a loved one’s death and ‘Wayans Brothers Film Festival’ on the list of things I’d enjoy doing.

A lot of you probably love Braff and will say I’m being a harsh jerkface for expressing these sentiments, but watch the trailer after the jump and honestly ask yourself whether I’m totally off-base. But whatever you do, don’t help this movie make money by paying to see it, lest we be forced to endure an entire trilogy of Braff’s ‘Emo McHipster’ saga, which would undoubtedly result in an innocent movie screen getting the ever-living sh*t beaten out of it.

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