You know it’s going to be an interesting week when the first story you see on TMZ.com begins with: Warning: What You Are About To See Is Profane And Racial.
Michael Richards, you know him as the loveable Kramer, lost his mind at a recent stand-up gig. He didn’t lose it in the Kramer’s-so-crazy! kind of way we’d expect. No. It was more the oh-my-God-did-he-really-call-that-guy-the N-word-repeatedly? kind of way.
Check out the video on TMZ or watch the news report below. The countdown to Richards’ inevitable “I have a problem with alcohol” press conference has begun.
It’s Best Night Ever for Sunday, November 19th! Michael Cyril Creighton is here to walk you through the best of Sunday night tv, including Celebrity Paranormal, Family Guy, The Wire, The Simpsons, and Desperate Housewives!
Michael blogs at perpetuallynauseous.blogspot.com
For that and so much more, make sure you tune into Best Week Ever tonight at 11 (and all weekend long.) In the words of Aerosmith, from that cheesy movie that’s about to become a reality, you don’t want to miss a thing.
Please take 12 seconds out of your day to watch President Bush speaking at a memorial ceremony for Dr. Martin Luther King, and then imagine what the world would be like if it would’ve been Dr. Meth who “had a dream.”
(Link via Video Dog)
While most of America camps out for various gaming devices, we’ve been camping out for something else entirely: Katherine McPhee‘s new album, entitled TBD. While the songs and their titles have been kept under heavy lock and key, someone at a McPhee message board revealed the lyrics to three of her new songs, “Over It”, “Each Other” and “Open Toes.” The first two songs sound like they were churned out from a mongoloidy-song-o-matic (everyone knows Mongolians are horrible song-writers), but “Open Toes” in particular, an ode to her McPheet, deserves a special read through. Here’s a sampling:
The pedicure, white tip french/ Those legs donâ€™t make no sense
Iâ€™m not rich but I bought a diamond anklet/ Keep it on, it goes with my outfit
Hey, letâ€™s go/ If theyâ€™re not too high, too low
Iâ€™ll take them home/ In purple, red, or gold
Cause I know, them boys/ They like those open toes
“Open Toes” might seriously be one of the worst songs ever written… Notice we say might. Because we want to challenge you, America, to write a worse song than “Open Toes”. We don’t think it’s possible to write worse lyrics, but you can prove it possible. So choose an inanimate object, pluck some magnetic poetry pieces out of a velveteen sack, and leave your “We Dare You To Write A Worse Song!” entry in the comments section. If you need inspiration, the lyrics can be found after the jump. And it is a MUST READ.
Since I work at VH1 I probably should’ve known that Jim Breuer was taking over Web Junk 20. Of course, I had no idea. But he is, and that’s great because Jim Breuer is hilarious. I was able to pull some strings (read: ask a dude in the next office over) and get a clip from tonight’s show. Enjoy.
Mike Tyson – The one-time rapist agrees to take a job as a male prostitute at Heidi Fleiss’ new brothel for women.
O.J. Simpson – Reminds everybody that he did, in fact, murder his ex-wife ten years ago through a “hypothetical” book titled “If I Did It.”
Emmitt Smith – Wins Dances With The Stars, upsets every Dallas Cowboys fan who owns a Smith jersey because now they’ll be stopped at shopping malls by women who want to know if they voted for him too.
Tough call. Leave your answer in the Comments.
By now you’ve all undoubtedly heard plenty about the big Orange Juice Simspson
hypothetical confession coming up on FOX – but what you might not have heard about is the business behind turning this unnecessary and disrespectful bit of sensationalism into must-see-TV. First, one must ask themselves, why would OJ ostensibly come right out and admit to committing a brutal and unforgivable murder? The answer, obviously, is money. You see, a leisurely lifestyle that consists mostly of golfing and partying does not come cheap, and having already failed at the obligatory Celebrity Sex Tape method of shady cash-making, OJ and his team of morally upstanding business associates are turning to the old Salacioius Tell-All Auto-biography scheme. As reprehensible as this may be, why even bother directing your outrage at The Juice? He doesn’t give a sh*t – this is a guy who MURDERED two people. So who IS to blame for this blight upon human decency?
Gary did not go to Julliard for 6 years to have some carrot-topped, spoiled Dutchess of York, Fergie-ass bitch take away his only acting job prospect since whistling the P.C. Richards theme song last year.
We are really excited about this picture. Endless possibilties! Leave your captions in the comments!