Actually, I’m not sure about this. Help me out with the terminology, kids…does anyone call it a tab anymore? I somehow don’t think she’s talking about a refreshing, low-calorie soft drink.

Bar none. From TMZ.
Victoria Beckham blah blah shopping blah L.A. blah blah Friday. Blah blah!
…Posh, 33, blah blah Kitson — blah blah purple dress blah, Spice blah blah photogs blah blah blah blah!
Paparazzi crush blah blah Robertson Blvd., blah blah emaciated blah blah blonde bob blah blah blah. Blah!
Sheer Genius! Also: 33? O rly??? See the site for the several PAGES of comments this post generated!
The sushi’s point of view in a Japanese mall. Random and charming. You can see the difference made by a more upscale sushi locale here.
You tell me. Presenting Pat and Mick, of whom I have never heard, performing their apparent non-hit I Haven’t Stopped Dancing Yet. Note omnipresent ambiguous, yet powerful, sexuality, along with the presence of two Robert Palmer dancers, a great number of apparently gay boys with great asses and pleated pants, and perhaps the most heinous unironic mullet I’ve ever seen. As one of the commenters said, “Looks like an Afghan Hound trying to have sex with a Geography Teacher.”
The only real competition for this title that I can see is this classic. We are strong, dammit, and we have fabulous accessories!
This is rather reminiscent of those “condensed bedtime stories” designed so that busy parents won’t have to spend much of their precious time with their precious offspring. Looks like somebody needs a little lecture on safety and a large one on not looking like an ass in public.
Where does she put the latte?
From a livejournal of faraway and exotic Seattle, via reddit.