The searingly emo, devastatingly ironic, Alanis Morissette version of the Black Eyed Peas’ mindless tune “My Humps.” They really nailed the look and sound, didn’t they? Via Gawker, lyrics over the jump.
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So for the past four days I’ve been on a rather extreme form of diet; yes me, who never goes on diets. And, in the world of diets, faddy or otherwise, it would be hard to find one more extreme than this one. You see, I am not allowed to eat food on this diet.
Let me repeat that: I am not allowed to eat food on this diet.
There is a very good reason the word “Diet” derives from the root word “Die.”
Click onward if you dare and read the entire 2007-word, heart-rending, or at least angina-producing, saga.
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This video is the most definitive exhibition of white boy cool in the history of white boys. Come on, admit it you demented Republican rednecks:
Karl Rove looks about as cool as an undermedicated and spastic special education lifer performing in the inpatient pageant.
Also, this has inspired some marvelous comments on YouTube, such as the below, to which we can add nothing.
toddlerh (1 hour ago)
Karl Rove is simply adorable. I hope he’s this funny at his war-crimes tribunal and in federal prison.
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Or however you spell that. Real women drink coffee and iced Americanos and mochas. Barbie dolls drink Frappuccinos. In SUVs. On their way to the mall. And then they purge in the public bathroom because they’re worried about the calories.
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What Flavor Frappuccino Are You?
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What can I say, I have a weakness for a guy with the shag haircut and bathetic Romanticism.
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