So today’s World Peace Day and while I should be out shaking hands with a Native American or throwing eggs at those airport body scanners, political statements aren’t really my specialty. But wanna know what is? Petty Hollywood feuds and inane celebrity gossip.

That’s right. In honor of this most peaceful of days, there are a few famous foes that I feel need to bury the hatchet.

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Who blogs about getting hit by a car!?

Regis Philbin gets freaky with Lil Kim.

Well hello, Eric Dane!

Mmmm. Susan Boyle…pizza.

Happy Mother’s Day! Want some MILF porn?

But then, I was driving home from a concert and heard a gem from the past on the radio (“My Neck, My Back” by Khia, anyone?). This led to a conversation with my friend about songs that we used to listen to in middle school that we definitely shouldn’t have.

Seriously, it’s amazing how many songs somehow slipped under my Mother’s radar in middle school and managed to taint my twelve year old ears.

So, I just couldn’t pass up the opportunity to make a playlist with all those little ditties that we all LURVED in school, even though we most likely weren’t 100% sure what the lyrics really meant.

My Neck, My Back – Khia. Obvi. But seriously, WTH? I know they didn’t play the unedited version on the radio, but this sh*t was just NASTY. I don’t really care to hear about your penchant for having your you-know-what licked, Khia. Thanks.

What’s Your Fantasy? – Ludacris. I thought I was the coolest girl on the bus in 8th grade when I used to blast this shizz on my Walkman (oh, those were the days). Everybody’s favorite part: “Rough sex, make it hurt…”

Too Close – Next. You’re makin’ it hard for me….enough said.

2 Become 1 – Spice Girls. I think I vaguely understood the meaning of 2 becoming 1 back in the day (Two souls coming together? Aw!) But, giving the song a second (okay, millionth) listen a good 10 years later changes everything. Those sneaky, sneaky little Spice Girls.

Nookie – Limp Bizkit. NO. clue.

When The Lights Go Out – 5ive. I remember handing out this single in the gift bags at my 6th grade birthday party. Bet everyone’s parents appreciated that.

Touch It – Monifa. Ima show your body what your tongues doin’ wrong…This boys shyness got me wet like crazy…I want it more and more when you call my name and spank me. Really, Monifa?! REALLY?

Nice and Slow – Usher. I just wanna take it nice and slowww….

No Diggity – Blackstreet and Dr. Dre I remember the DJ spinning this track quite frequently at “Teen Nites” at my junior high. Right along with..

Pony – Ginuwine. Can’t get much more direct than “I’m horny, let’s do it.” I remember telling my mom it was about dancing.

How Many Licks? – Lil Kim. Okay, Kimmy, now I know you weren’t talking about Tootsie Pops.

Listen to the entire dirty mix (besides Monifa – guess no one really cares about her) here!

Any songs you remember from your younger days that you can’t believe you actually were allowed to listen to? Leave them in the comments!

Lil’ Kim has DWTS wardrobe malfunction.

Orlando Bloom sure looks good in uniform.

Looking for the perfect white tee? Look no further.

Zac Efron is everywhere!

Love Tetris? How ’bout Tetris furniture?

Sure, it’s a given that if you’re a somebody in Hollywood, you’ve probably got a fake…something. Nose, chin, ass, boobs–it’s a virtual grab bag of faux perfection!We can always tell when a celeb gets some work done. Always.

There are entire websites dedicated to outing stars who go under the knife! And, correct me if I’m wrong, but it almost always looks comically obvious, or even worse, botched.

So, why is it that celebrities keep going in see see their Docs to fix, correct, tighten, or sculpt? Answer: They’re crazy. Most of them are plain old nutjobs, if you ask us!

It’s hugely rare to see a celeb go in for their Frankenstein-esque procedures and not come out looking like…well, Frankenstein. But there are a lucky few that just so happened to come out alive! Thank God.

Check out our Plastic Surgery: Good, Bad, and the Ugly photo gallery after the jump![album=35]

For those of you who hail from faraway places, who can’t hop home to bask in the unconditional love and glazed ham of home, you need not don lingere and whore yourself on a street corner to get your fill of Easter fun. Plus it’s too damn cold for that.

Furthermore, some of us, I’m not saying that this was me, may have spent the last depressing holiday sitting in a dark dorm room, afraid to leave for fear of running into canoodling couples. Do we really need to repeat that fatfest with Peeps and Cadbury eggs? I think not. Spring is the time of mini-dresses, not baggy sweatpants.

How is a college girl to survive Easter?

1. Get yourself in the mood. Turn on some low music, light a few candles, lock your door and click on this: www.dailybunny.com.

2. Pink Peeps are made of pure chemicals, but so is pink TaB. In the sprit of the season, make yourself a little cocktail I like to call a Lil’ Kim (what ever happened to her anyway?) because it’s full of fake stuff and it’s bright like a plastic wig. One can of TaB energy drink, a generous amount of vodka, topped off with at least four cherries. Sweet like a Peep, not too hard on the old waistline, and it’s pretty much guaranteed to make you smile.

3. So what if you don’t have your mom around to glaze you a delicous ham, walk it off. You’re in college now. Wendy’s isn’t exactly classy fare, but neither is drinking little a Lil’ Kim and while staring at pictures of bunnies. Imagine piping hot curly fries with a big fatty ham sandwich with melted cheese. “Your favorite deli cuts of turkey and black forest ham mounded high on our freshly baked artisan bread, topped with 2 bacon strips, lettuce, tomato and mayo.” I know it’s not home-cooking, but it’s so good. Trust me.

3. In honor of Paris, plop down on your futon with a couple of dvds worth of the Simple Life, eat your fatty sandwich, get wasted, and feel a whole lot better about your b-side holiday celebration when you listen to Paris muse about just what sort of walls Wal-mart sells.