YOUR 15 MINUTES: The Mayor or Jesus
There must be some crazy drugs going around in
I think it looks like Orville Redenbacher or maybe Charles Manson..or perhaps BARK. [source]
proof and consequence. not all experience is created equally
There must be some crazy drugs going around in
I think it looks like Orville Redenbacher or maybe Charles Manson..or perhaps BARK. [source]
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Wal-Mart Stores Inc. has acknowledged in a legal settlement that it sold fake Fendi handbags for as much as $525 each. Wal-Mart settled after Fendi, the high-end Italian fashion brand belonging to French luxury-goods titan LVMH Moët Hennessy Louis Vuitton SA, alleged in a lawsuit last June that Wal-Mart's Sam's Club warehouse-club division sold millions of dollars worth of bogus bags and other merchandise under Fendi's label. Wal-Mart, based in
For the last time people, if you really really really want a real bag go to the real store. Don't try to get a Fendi at your wholesale club. Real designer bags are not sold on the street, they do not "fall off trucks," they are not sold for superlow prices, they do not smell like plastic, they do not come wrapped in plastic, they are not made in China, they are not shipped from China... If you don't live next door to a Dior boutique, you can check out your local Saks or Neiman Marcus. If you live in the middle of nowhere and still find it necessary to carry a Fendi bag, you can buy designer bags online from Saks or Neiman Marcus website. Two other great websites for REAL designer bags are www.eluxury.com or my second favorite designer website in the world (I'm not sharing my first) www.net-a-porter.com I would stay away from smaller, developing discount websites such as Bluefly and Overstock as the quality control levels are not always up to par.
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Thursday, June 07, 2007
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Labels: Couture du Jour, Drastic Plastic
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Thursday, June 07, 2007
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Wednesday, June 06, 2007
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Labels: Best Damn PIC, Paris Hilton
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Wednesday, June 06, 2007
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I had a little dress code incident at work yesterday. Nothing huge...just a little difference of opinion about what's appropriate for summer. I think tailored bermuda shorts with a suit jacket or these nifty little tailored denim pants are appropriate. The "dress code" lady doesn't. I showed up to the office wearing these (pictured below) and there was a little falling out:
Just kidding but you know that somewhere in 2002 Christina Aguilera is jealous she didn't think of this. Poor Brooke.
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Wednesday, June 06, 2007
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Labels: Brooke Hogan, Christina Aguilera, Couture du Jour
Actor Paul Giamatti is 40.
Playwright-actor Harvey Fierstein is 53.
Actress-comedian Sandra Bernhard is 52.
Actress Amanda Pays is 48.
Record producer Jimmy Jam is 48.
Comedian Colin Quinn is 48.
Actor Max Casella is 40.
Guitarist James "Munky" Shaffer of Korn is 37.
Singer Uncle Kracker is 33.
Actress Staci Keanan ("Step by Step") is 32.
FUN FACT: On this day in 1969, the first Internet connection was created when network control protocol packets were sent from the data port of one IMP to another.
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Wednesday, June 06, 2007
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Mary Kate and Ashley are moving from the Wal-Mart girls' clothing section to Neiman Marcus with their latest fashion collection "Elizabeth and James" (named after their siblings). It will be based on their own vintage clothes, naturally. They also have a "couture" line called "The Row" but I'm not even sure if that's in stores. Or maybe "The Row" turned into "Elizabeth and James." Who knows. Whatever the case, I think they're incredibly adorable (especially in the picture above) and I'd probably buy a dress or two - from the Neiman Marcus line, not the children's line at Wal-Mart. That would just be silly.
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Tuesday, June 05, 2007
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Labels: Couture du Jour, Olsens
The father of murdered child beauty queen, JonBenet Ramsey, and the mother of missing teen, Natalee Holloway, now appear to share something beyond their tragic circumstances – each other. Ew.
After reportedly having met at a fundraiser in Colorado last December, John Ramsey, 63, and Beth Holloway Twitty, 46, are "friends," his attorney, Lin Wood, confirms to New York's Daily News. It's already gross that they're dating under the circumstances, but he's like WAY old. AND, his wife died like one year ago almost exactly AND Beth and John have been together since like January.
"They share common interests and concerns related to their children, particularly with respect to the actions of law enforcement and the media in response to those tragic losses," according to Wood. But it also appears they may be more than just friends. Though Ramsey lives in Michigan and Twitty in Mountain Brook, Ala., the two have been seen holding hands and kissing in her hometown.
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Tuesday, June 05, 2007
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Lindsay Lohan deciding to drive her car into a curb and take a trip to rehab mysteriously directly correlates to my level of boredom. In the spirit of this enigma, I decided to entertain myself by digging up some old blind vices about Morgan Mayhem aka Lindsay Lohan. Really, after Linday's current events, these stories are more like 20/20 vision vices. Enjoy:
We all know bod goons are paid to protect the overly watched frames of the celebs who employ them. Most times, these bossy gorillas are très busy trying to keep pesky paps away or simply shooing starstruck autograph seekers. Occasionally, these walking barricades even help carry celebs' purses or pups. Too cute! Not this, though: The security staff utilized by one Morgan Mayhem (a repeat offender in the naughty narrative known as the Blind Vice archive) is far more, uh, hands-on. See, Morg's men protect way more than her bitchin' bod. They also keep more than a hawklike eye on her damn drug stash. Picture it: a swanky Hollywood hotel, known for its crazy parties and late-night flings. A very nearly has-been actor is escorting two lovely ladies to a friend's room upstairs. Said gray-haired type accidentally happens into the wrong suite at a very inopportune time. Morgan is alone in the room, 'cept for her coke stash and bodyguards. And one particularly helpful guard is choppin' up lines for Miz M. Now, that's stellar service! And even though M2 was gettin' blown all alone, she ain't happy about the company. Has-been actor offers a hello. "Who are they?" demands M., who's known to hate pretty gals who dare get anywhere near her sleep-deprived vicinity. "This is my room, and my coke!" bitches Morgan. "Get out." Geez, Morg. Didn't anyone teach you to share? And heaven knows it wouldn't hurt you (or your nose) to cut back.
Once upon a time, there was a talented young lass by the name of Morgan Mayhem. Oh, could she act! She was such a good performer that bitchy rivals simmered with green-eyed jealousy. But one day, a big bad she-wolf in Kitson duds named Coco Cocaine came along. She seduced Morgan with her overly vibrant, come-hither eyes--prettier than Wentworth Miller's, even--and then, suddenly, the big fat studio pigs were very, very sad. Okay, hold on. This is Hell-Ay; the pigs aren't heartbroken exactly. They're just plain disgusted and scared for their precious beaucoup-bucks accounts. Darlings, Ms. Mayhem has become the hottest li'l liability in Tinseltown. "Studios were all but in love with her," blabs one über-connected Armani clad producer. "But she's so unstable that everyone's becoming afraid to hire her. Her behavior on the set of Jump, Jive and High Five! is still talked about. She was beyond "distracted," for myriad reasons. At this point, Armani wearer makes air quotes with his hands and rolls his eyes, sucking back the rest of an overpriced designer something or other. "And we all know what that means." Oy, oy, boy. I wish there were something I could do to help ol' Morgan out. The problem is that she's about as solid and reliable as a sponge. Stick her with serious, stable, Oscar-hoarding types, and she'll transform into a Jodie Foster. But plop this babe in a Bel-Air frat-house crowd and, well, she'll be first in line for body shots. The solution is obvious. Ya stick the sponge in the desert and let it dry out. 'Course, first, you'd have to convince her to go. Not an easy task.
Morgan Mayhem, consider yourself warned! Gal-friend, those unpredictable ways have gotten you into trouble in myriad areas of your life, but now it seems your social-butterfly status is in serious jeopardy, too. Hid-eee-us, I know. See, there's this über-exclusive boîte of fabulousness here in Tinseltown that certain celebs consider their personal playground. The door at said joint is tighter than Nicole Kidman's forehead and has turned away highly celebrated, professional partiers without batting a stoic eye. But not Morg, of course. She's nevah had a problem getting into exclusive places. Also, there's always packs of paps following Morg who are bound to snap her leaving such swanky locales. So, owners are usually happy to have M2 hangin' out. But the owner of the former spot ain't so thrilled anymore. First off, he's already received wrist slaps and warnings from police for allowing other questionable antics to go down, as it were, at his establishment (which really should look a bit more fab considering the loot this guy poured into it). And secondly, Morg's not just hittin' the snowy slopes anymore. She's got a newer, dirtier drug of choice. And it's becoming painfully obvious. "She's behaving like a monster," says one of my super-inside (and relatively sober) sources. Not only does M.M. pick fights with other patrons, sashay out of stalls with her sniffer covered in powder and even pass out in them, now she's takin' to doin' the girl-on-girl thang not so discreetly in these dark hangs! Love the last sin, which, natch, ain't, but I'll just go along with my republican detractors for a sec and pretend like is it, 'kay? Oh, girl, for gawd's sake, get it together! Your career, sex appeal and hetero status (big whoop!) are going down the toilet as we type.
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Labels: Blind Zone, Lindsay Lohan
Actor Chad Allen ("Dr. Quinn, Medicine Woman") is 33.
Guitarist Fred Stone of Sly and the Family Stone is 61.
Saxophonist Kenny G is 51.
Actor Ron Livingston ("The Practice") is 40.
Singer Brian McKnight is 38.
Musician Claus Norreen (Aqua) is 37.
Actor-singer Mark Wahlberg is 36.
Bassist P-nut of 311 is 33. Actress Navi Rawat ("Numb3rs") is 30.
Actress Liza Weil ("Gilmore Girls") is 30.
Bassist Pete Wentz of Fall Out Boy is 28.
Guitarist Seb Lefebvre of Simple Plan is 26.
FUN FACT: On this day in 1956, Elvis Presley introduced his new single, "Hound Dog", on The Milton Berle Show, scandalizing the audience with his suggestive hip movements.
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Tuesday, June 05, 2007
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News of the World acquired some pictures of Lindsay Lohan and a “friend” playing with knives and we’re apparently supposed to be shocked and scared. They forgot to mention that “friend” is probably Vanessa Minnillo and if anything, I’m a little turned on. 
A few shots of Vanessa out earlier that night in the same outfit.
Getting sexy with girls must run in the Miss Teen USA family!
***UPDATE*** It's confirmed - on her free time, Vanessa likes to play with knives with Lindsay Lohan
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Monday, June 04, 2007
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Monday, June 04, 2007
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Monday, June 04, 2007
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Jenna Jameson looks like:
a. cracked out daisy duck
b. a plastic duck with a black hat
c. a clown with a black hat
I spent all day working on this graphic
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Friday, June 01, 2007
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Labels: Celebrity Clone, Drastic Plastic, Jenna Jameson
I hate to say it but Nicole Richie needs a Playtex 18Hr Gel Comfort Underwire bra and some support hose. I've never seen something so small look so saggy - under the age of 78.
PS.
Dear National Enquirer,
You have to be completely retarded (and I never use that word) to think that Nicole Richie is pregnant in that picture. She's obviously bloated from malnutrition. I doubt she's even had a period in the past 3.8 years. I bet an obese man wrote that headline. For more accurate stores, I recommend you fire him and hire a skinny woman. A really skinny woman who knows all about anorexia, drug abuse and cheating. Seriously.
Love,
xine
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Friday, June 01, 2007
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Labels: Anorexia Chronicles, Nicole Richie
My one fan probably noticed I haven't been around for over a week-ish. Turns out I was on vacation in CA without my laptop and with plenty o' cocktail in my hand. It was quite the eventful Memorial Day weekend in LA. To warm me back up to this blogging deal, I've written some Friday haikus. They're borderline Rosie O'Donnell blog material so cut me some slack:
Vacation:
Went to the West Coast
Stayed in
Cocktails at the pool
Lindsay crashed:
Lindsay lost control
Mercedes crashed in a bush
Driven by cocaine
Nicole Richie only wants people under 100 pounds at her party. Scale at the door:
Anorexic girls
No triple digits allowed
Easier OD
They used to be billionaires
Eating with peons
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Friday, June 01, 2007
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dino
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Thursday, May 31, 2007
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Labels: Nelly Furtado, Paris Hilton, Wonky Eye
You know this is some media bullshit that some PR person pieced together.
"Friend Says Lindsay Lohan Is 'Happy' in Rehab."
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Thursday, May 31, 2007
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Labels: Lindsay Lohan, Rehab is for Quitters