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Enjoy?if you can. Watch to the very end to be completely freaked the fuck right out. I mean, a lecherous pig dancing with a flirtatious maiden is one thing; an expressive lecherous pig who dances with a flirtatious maiden is quite another.
Ooooh, this is ugly.
You’ve read the revolting rumours about the Sandra Bullock sex tape, featuring America’s Sweetheart and that low-life, unworthy scumbag who crawled into her bed while she was drunk or something.
Unspeakable. Disgusting.
And, of course, now presented for your enjoyment by the ol’ raincoaster blog. Watch it while you still can:
Oh my, she IS nasty, isn’t she? “While You Were Sleeping…On My Face” is a helluva title!
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Well, it started with this: a simple blog post about Twitter, Janet Jackson, Bonnie Fuller, and John Cusack, essentially reblogged (with some edits) from my social media blog, posted to my new True/Slant blog, TheCelebrityIndustrialComplex. The blog I’m trying to get off the ground, the blog that typically gets anywhere between 100 and 35000 hits a day; even someone as raucous as I would prefer a little more stability (preferably on the upper end of that range, especially given that I’ve gotta get 4000 more sets of eyeballs by the end of March to make my monthly bonus).
It was a simple post, I was saying. And it was.
And then it turned into this:
And then it turned into an rt by Shockozulu and then it turned into this:
Yes, almost exactly one month into the life of this new blog, I’ve been rt’d by John Cusack.
And it was everything I ever dreamed it could be.
As opposed to the Fightin’ Irish, who are generally football teams at Catholic high schools, which makes them predominantly Filipino, Chinese, Korean, South American and Italian, at least in this city it does, and it’s always a cheap laugh when I see them on the bus in their team sweatshirts. But am I being racist, or are they?
Hmm.
In any case, to celebrate Saint Patrick’s Day here are the three most brilliant quotes about the Irish since Dave Allen died and went to…nowhere? Wherever he went, I’m sure he had a bit of apologizing to do, particularly after the bit about the Pope jousting with the Archbishop of Canterbury.
Quote the first, from Departed screenwriter William Monahan, via Susie Bright’s Journal, whom I used to read all the time in Mondo 2000 and so on and which blog I only stumbled across because she posted a link to my blog on Facebook. See, being referrer-stat obsessed has a payoff!
I’m Irish. I’ll deal with something being wrong the rest of my life.
and Quote the Second, from the same source:
What Freud said about the Irish is: We’re the only people who are impervious to psychoanalysis.
and Quote the Third, from my boss, the Manolo, who says he doesn’t have an Irish bone in his body. Still, he’s got our number:
If Darby O’Gill = Uncle Remus for Irish People, then the Pogues = N.W.A. for Irish People.
Amen to that!
I don’t know about you, but I could use a good unicorn chaser after that last post. What about some nice pastrami and a side of Michael Caine‘s mojo?
Or maybe you believe in the power of Boombox?
Well, I’m not sure that one will work; youtube’s farked up their layout so much I’m no longer able to tell if a video is embeddable or not. If it’s not, well, that’ll only depress me more. Gee, thanks Samberg.
SHATNER!
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