Who’d you rather… Britney or Christina? For the past seven years that question has been posed countless times by a ridiculous number of people inquiring about two of the sexiest pop stars of our generation. The comparison was inevitable: both were barely legal blondes when they started out, both released hit single after single, and both of them made watching TRL bearable in the late 90′s (despite Carson Daly), and that’s saying something.
But back to the battle. Throughout the years the general consensus has swayed back and forth. At first it was a pretty even mix, with Britney holding the slight edge. Then as Brit began dancing with snakes and making out with Madonna, a clear winner was crowned. It looked like Christina was doomed to a lifelong second-place finish. But then something happened. Let’s call that something Kevin Federline.
This isn’t news to anybody, but since Britney married her backup dancer a transformation has occurred– the girl has suffered an epic fall (see: her Matt Lauer intv.) Meanwhile, Christina has re-invented herself (again) and is hotter than ever. Recently both have posed nude in magazines. Yes, Britney’s pregnant again and Christina isn’t, but still. Both chose to get naked, so comparisons must be made. Click below to see the photographs side by side and let us know what you think.
From the usually boring and didactic world of political blogs comes this mind-bending tidbit of gossip that is just too bizzare/confusing to possibly ignore. Recent rumors have been circulating that uber-conservative pill-popping radio host Rush Limbaugh, who recently ran into some trouble for possession of unauthorized Viagra, has been dating actress Mary-Lynn Rajskub, better known as “Chloe” from 24. Tongues were set wagging after photographs were taken of Limbaugh affectionately kissing Rajskub during a recent event at the Heritage Foundation. Rajskub, who in the past has been romantically linked to the decidedly liberal likes of David Cross and Jon Brion, is as odd of a match for Rush as one could likely make. But hey, when you’re a soulless right-wing demagogue loaded up on OxyContin and penis pills, who are we to understand what the hell you’re doing?
(tip via Junkiness)
Drunk Dialing. We’ve all done it. We’ve all hated ourselves in the morning for it. Checking your Outgoing Calls after a long night of drinking and seeing call after call to friends, family, and exes that you don’t remember making is one of the worst feelings you can have in the morning. Well, that and the nausea.
For years I’ve been saying that I wish there was a phone that would prevent you from doing this. Well… it looks like my wish has finally been granted.
The LP4100 also allows users to set up the phone so on certain nights and after a certain time they do not call certain people in their phone book. Think ex-boyfriend or ex-girlfriend.
If you have a blood alcohol level over .08, the phone will not let you dial that person. So it not only promotes sobriety, but chastity â€” and probably your dignity, as well.
Forget about streaming video, daily text alerts and internet access– THIS is the best thing to ever happen to cell phones. A feature that protects me from… me. What more could anybody possibly ask for?
Who else is getting one?
It’s Best Night Ever for Tuesday, June 27th! Michelle is here to walk you through the best of Tuesday night tv, including Rescue Me, Janice Dickinson’s Modeling Agency, and Last Comic Standing!
In the barren wasteland of daytime television, there is a sparkling oasis of awesomeness known as the “confronting your fears” segments on the Maury Povich Show. In these priceless displays, Maury brings on guests with unusual fears, then forces them to tearfully confront said fear as the audience looks on in sadistic glee. The results are funnier than watching Maury’s wife Connie Chung croon her way through old Sinatra tunes. In this classic example, a young girl is forced to look at and touch pickles, of which she inexplicably has a paralyzing fear:
Didn’t get a chance to catch Click over the weekend? Don’t worry. If it’s anything like the rest of Adam Sandler’s movies, we have a feeling it goes a little something… like this:
Don’t let the title of this game fool you– it has very little to do with dancing and a lot to do with beating the ever-loving s**t out of Kevin Federline in front of his pregnant baby-holding wife and douchey onlookers. Now doesn’t that sound like a whole lot more fun?
As the bouncer of the new and popular night spot Club Douche, your mission is to keep your eyes peeled for Mr. Federline – as he’s guaranteed to stop by and start trouble.
You can play by clicking here. Or you can just hunt down K-Fed and play in person. Whichever you’d prefer.