You wouldn’t want to miss this $1.5 million bash.

Bethenny Frankel has been replaced!

This woman definitely dances like no one’s watching…

How do you rock a one-sleeved dress?

Lindsay Lohan can’t design clothes either.

Earn some money for getting good grades!

Lady Gaga’s peeps think so…

Newsflash: guys don’t care about sex positions?

Will Letterman’s sexy time hurt his career?

Britney Spears shares her aliases with the world. Smooth move.

Michael Jordan needs a big house. A really big house.

An 11-year-old’s drunken police chase.

Honestly, WTF?

I’d like to think this entire commercial would make more sense if it was in English, but I really don’t know. I’m not sure what the purpose is of this little hump-machine, but it’s obvious – based on that bulge in those knock-off Adidas shorts – that the spokesman is really enjoying it.

“That’s not how she can do it in our family. She acts like she’s the queen, and we’re the sorry people!”

I’m going to level with you guys—it’s Friday. If there was ever a time to put off work by watching funny YouTube videos (or, you know, to avoid writing a real blog post by posting a funny video instead—hypothetically speaking), now is that time.

Meet King Curtis. King Curtis is somewhere between the ages of 9 and 12 (… I think. I stopped knowing how to judge how old kids are when I hit puberty), and he rules his household with a tiny, iron fist. When his indulgent mom gets swapped with another, stricter lady on ABC’s Wife Swap, King Curtis is forced to face the unthinkable: that he may not be allowed to stuff himself with spray cheese and bacon for the duration of filming.

But King Curtis won’t take this assault on junk food lying down—he’s royalty, goddamnit, and he deserves better. For your viewing pleasure, here’s the greatest tantrum ever captured on camera: Read More »

What the eff is this? Why would someone make this video? Why would this guy make this video?
And why can’t I get this song out of my head?

Don’t you just love it?

When I first saw this video I LOLed.
In fact, I would have ROTFLed if my desk chair didn’t have armrests. And thank god it does, because my Swiffer broke and my floor looks and smells quite similar to a frat house right now.

Anyways, this collection of emails from a…confused….girlfriend is pretty classic. I’m not sure if I love it because this batsh*t crazy girl makes me look normal, or because it’s good knowing there are other girls out there who have crazy moments like me, but I do. I love it.

Tell me you can’t relate as this girl goes from love to deep (and drunken) loathing. Oh her poor boyf.

Sometimes I feel like I have different soundtracks to my life. There are those go-to songs for when I’m in a good mood (right now: Homecoming by Kanye and Good Girls Go Bad by Cobra Starship), the songs when I wanna dance (uh, Britney?), and my “Heartbreak Playlist” full of tunes when I need a good cry (Hellooooo, John Hiatt).

But maybe instead of sitting next to my iPod dock crying over those boys who tear my heart out, break-dance on it, then throw it in a blender, I should indulge in a big “Eff You” jam. After all, it’s not me – it’s them. They don’t deserve my tears; they deserve my middle finger.

And this is the perfect tune for the job. Tell me if you don’t agree.

Warning: The language in here isn’t suitable for work/internship/library. Put in those ear buds, ladies, and enjoy.

I am a master at justifying bad decisions.  For example, when I eat a delicious bacon, egg, and cheese on bagel sandwich, I focus on the healthy level of protein I’m getting, not the massive amounts of calories/fat/grease.

When I choose to do an extra couple shots instead of leaving a party and end up making out with that creepy guy who didn’t talk to anyone all night, I prefer to think that I’ve done a public service and this guy will hopefully come out of his shell and be more sociable from now on (and hopefully not stalk me).

Finally, since I don’t exercise in a traditional manner (i.e. don’t exercise at all…), I end up counting any and all physical activities as exercise.  Like walking to the train station. Or shopping.

Or sex.

Well, apparently someone else is on the same page as I am.  A fantastically provocative exercise tool called the Shake Weight has debuted, prompting women all over the planet to ask the same question:  can’t I get the same effect for free?  AND please my man? Read More »

My optimistic side says (hopes?) that this video is a joke, but a large part of me wonders how much truth there is in it. We’ve all seen those crazy pageant moms teasing their 3-year-olds’ hair and covering their faces in makeup, so I’m not sure injecting their foreheads with Botox is really far off.

Joke or not, the video is WTF-ridonkulous. And the girl is just presh (even if she’s lookin’ a little old).

I’m sure everyone remembers the sound of thousands of disappointed sighs echoing through the country the day that James Franco backed out of his commitment to make the commencement speech for the University of California – Los Angeles.  If I went to UCLA, I would definitely be a sad panda to learn that the hottie from Freaks and Geeks wouldn’t be giving my graduation speech.

The reason why he backed out?  Well, after all the bitching that UCLA did (seriously, what is wrong with you, people?), we all thought it was some lame acting gig or something.  However, a new video shows that UCLA may have rejected James’ speech instead of the other way around.

This video from The Harvard Lampoon shows James’ test speech that he sent to UCLA (har har).  I can’t imagine why they wouldn’t want him! Seriously – if this was my grad speech, I think I’d be way more prepared for the “real” world (where there are secure, lucrative jobs waiting for me ’cause of my college degree).  Not that I’d be paying much attention to what what was being said if he was flying over the crowd in a jet pack.  At least I wouldn’t be falling asleep!  And….hold for applause.