“Oh” no she didn’t! At 11:45am this morning, TMZ nailed a post to their blog door that will shatter everything you ever thought you knew about celebrities, Hollywood and existence itself. Recently in Los Angeles, on a day that seemed like any other day, at an undisclosed time and location, marginally-famous television actress Sandra Oh walked out her front door, picked up a garden hose coiled idly nearby, turned its spigot handle into the “on” position, pointed this green instrument of hydration at a yard full of unsuspecting flora, and proceeded to spray this H20 compound onto her lawn, evenly distributing this watery terror until not a single plant was left un-spritzed.
We’ve gotten exclusive uncut (snort) footage of the music video for Fergie‘s latest single, “Clearing Out The Room.” The song is in typical Fergie fashion (unlistenable), and her lovely lady lump seems a little… misplaced. Enjoy.
FULL DISCLOSURE: This isn’t Fergie, rather the The Surreal Life and WWF’s Chyna, wasted out of her brains during a Labor Day taping for The New Tom Green Show. (Yes, he’s back.) But since we’ve been on a Fergie resemblance kick lately, we couldn’t let this one slide.
When most people think of Hitler and humor, they’re knowledge usually ends at “Springtime for Hitler” and Sarah Silverman (and maybe Charlie Chaplin, for those NYU Film grads out there). But a new book entitled Heil Hitler, Das Schwein is Tot! (Hail Hitler, the Pig is Dead!) chronicles various anti-Nazi jokes told by Germans and Jews alike during World War II. While the jokes fail to induce mild-LOLing from the confines of your cushy cubicles, we imagine that the same jokes probably killed inside the barracks. (Aaaaa-literally.) Nevertheless, it’s an interesting article, and it also reprints some of the “jokes” used over 50 years ago in times of crisis. So at least you’ll be prepared with the most awkward water cooler convo of all time later on today. (Link via Boingboing)
While we’re not-so-secretly rooting for Scarlett Johansson to run for President someday (after all, she claims she could “get some things done in the oval office”), it’s probably not going to happen for a while. Instead, we face the possibility of former first lady Hillary Clinton (better political background than Scarlett, not nearly as hot in a tight red dress) gunning for the White House. Hillary’s husband Bill dropped by The Daily Show this week, where Jon Stewart asked him the million dollar question: If Hillary runs for president, what’s the key to defeating her. Watch the clip here (FYI, that question comes about 8 minutes in).
It’s Best Night Ever for Monday, September 18th! Shea Hess is here to walk you through the best of Monday night tv, including Deal or No Deal, Wife Swap, and Studio 60 on the Sunset Strip!
CNN.com has a composite sketch of the female suspect suspected of slitting a woman’s throat and kidnapping her baby. We’ve been staring at the picture for a while now, because we swore we just knew the woman depicted in the oddly alluring portrait. The hat, the hint of stubble, the almond-shaped eyes… yes, it’s all coming together…
Then again, Ashton Kutcher hasn’t been seen wearing a trucker hat in at least two and a half minutes. So that’s probably not gonna work. (Eh-but seriously, creepiest composite sketch ever? Never mind…)
The Megan Mullally Show kicked off today, and among the hundreds of talk show premieres that turned our brains into Nickelodeon Gack (Rachael Re-Ray comes to mind), hers was just subtle and pleasant enough to make us not despise her. It also helps that her first guest was Will Ferrell. Take a look at this clip, where Will serenades a surprisingly youthful Mullally with the wedding song used during our third marriage ceremony (p.s. It didn’t work out.)
For those of you who work real jobs and aren’t lucky enough to sit in a room with a television a few feet away, here’s a little taste of what you’re missing during the day. Hilarious, hilarious daytime talk show skits like this one, courtesy of Ellen Degeneres.
Makes you appreciate your annoying co-workers a little more, doesn’t it?