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This makes sense, we suppose. When you grow up alongside Kim Kardashian , you fantasize about taking your clothes off for money. In a new interview with E! News, the 17-year old is asked if she would ever model for Victoria’s Secret and makes it very clear that nothing would please her more. “It’s always been kind of a dream of mine,” Kendall said . “It’s something I’d love to do.” We’re guessing Jenner will get the opportunity at some point, considering the brand name she’d be bringing to the lingerie company. But perhaps we can wait until she’s no longer a teenager to discuss it. Come on, people! Jenner, to her credit, has made it clear that she has no interest in a spinoff reality show of her own. She’s all about modeling these days and building an actual career for herself.
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Erica Mena doesn’t get the credit she deserves. After making a small appearance on Love & Hip-Hop New York, she has worked her way up the ladder of relevancy to become a main character… Continue
With Identity Thief , Melissa McCarthy proves she’s got what it takes to carry a feature, however meager the underlying material. Sustaining the same brand of unpredictable energy that made her such an effective scene-stealer in Bridesmaids and This Is 40 , McCarthy plays the tornado to Jason Bateman’s uptight nebbish, an accountant who drives halfway across the country to confront the zealous con artist who stole his personal information, maxed out his credit cards and tarnished his good name. Though this adult-skewing comedy looks like a midrange performer at best, McCarthy’s credit rating should skyrocket. The perfect sucker, Sandy Patterson (Bateman, reteaming with Horrible Bosses director Seth Gordon ) is an underappreciated bean-counter for a Denver mega-corporation who naively offers a chipper-sounding telemarketer (McCarthy) his vital details, then seems astonished when his credit card is declined at the pump. Pulled over a few blocks later by cops with a warrant for his arrest, Sandy learns that in addition to racking up extravagant purchases on his cards, the female impersonating him also jumped bail and tried to evade narcotics charges in Florida. From where the audience sits, the irony is that hardly anyone would want this guy’s identity to begin with. Apart from his androgynous-sounding name — the source of a running series of emasculating jokes — Sandy seems as strait-laced and uninteresting as they come, though the casting department supplies him with crazy-hot wife Amanda Peet to cheerlead from the sidelines. In all other respects, he’s a chump, and what his life needs most is something to shake him up and remind him he’s a man. Certainly that’s the idea of sending him on a road trip to “pretty much the worst place in America” to apprehend his doppelganger and drag her back to face charges in Denver. Anyone who’s ever been the target of such fraud can tell you that trying to track down an identity thief in person is the last thing to do, but screenwriter Craig Mazin (who shares story credit with Jerry Eeten) has conceived a razor-blades-on-the-outside, mushy-in-the-middle laffer where the culprit isn’t half as bad as she initially seems. On first encounter, fake “Sandy,” aka Diane (McCarthy), freaks out when her mark confronts her, stealing his car and trying to ram him off the highway. As if she weren’t dangerous enough, it turns out that Diane’s being pursued by a pair of contract killers (Tip “T.I.” Harris and Genesis Rodriguez), who barge into her white-trash lair with guns blazing (the art directors clearly had a field day cramming a tiny home with as much tacky shopping-spree booty as they could manage). Sandy’s plan is to drag Diane back to Denver and clear his record. Not trusting the basic road-trip premise to carry the show, the script piles on several tired ’80s-movie cliches, thrusting the pair into artificial peril as they try to outmaneuver an aggressive redneck bounty hunter (Robert Patrick), those two hitmen and the cops. But the funniest moments have nothing to do with these gimmicks, relying on the character-driven dynamic between the pic’s polar-opposite protags, as when Diane demonstrates her quick wit by inventing humiliating cover stories for the couple wherever they go. However grating Sandy may find her, Diane is undeniably charming to everyone they meet, a lonely woman driven by an insatiable desire to be loved — a quality that brings auds around to her side long before Sandy realizes there might be more to this woman than he first imagined. Since the writers have left Bateman’s character such a blank (with no real problems of his own to work out en route), the film’s success depends almost entirely on the salty energy McCarthy brings to the equation. Among the cameos peppered along the way, the rowdiest — and most unrecognizable — comes from Modern Famil y’s Eric Stonestreet as Big Chuck, a cowboy haplessly smitten with Diane. The ensuing love scene is sure to leave scars for some viewers, but serves to defuse whatever romantic chemistry auds might expect between the two leads. It’s actually surprising that Identity Thief doesn’t allow love to bloom between Sandy and Diane: By never considering Diane as a rival for Peet’s wooden housewife, the film reveals plus-size problems baked into its body-image ideas. Generally speaking, the brightly lensed, snappily edited pic leaves auds wanting more, despite a few distracting visual effects and one or two dead-end subplots it could have done without. Follow Movieline on Twitter.
My name is Ryan and I’m a guy Belieber. My twitter name is bakerboyy10. For years I’ve been trying to get Justin Bieber to follow me on Twitter, or trying to meet him. I’ve failed every time, until November 2, 2012. When I found out Justin was going on tour, I looked up where he would have the closest concert to me and that was in Louisville, Kentucky. I signed up for Bieberfever.com so I could get the pre-sale tickets. I asked my friend Amber is she wanted to go with me and she jumped to the conclusion. The day the tickets went on sale, I was in school and one of my teachers was kind enough to let me use her computer during class to get them. The tickets went on sale at noon. As soon as it was noon, I clicked refresh on ticketmaster and clicked on the VIP meet & greet package. I got the tickets and all I had to do was fill out the credit card information before the time ran out. The credit card was expired and I lost the tickets. I told my mom and she ended up buying the next best tickets which were the diamond package which meant I wouldn’t get to meet him. I was so upset. In my next class which was about 20 minutes later, we were supposed to be taking a test but I snuck on my iPad and tried one more time for the heck of it. Turns out there were some VIP meet & greet tickets left and I quickly clicked on them. I had 3 minutes to do it. I texted my mom and said, “Give another credit card number right now.” 30 seconds later she texted me all her credit card information. I typed it in with about 15 seconds to go and I ended up getting the tickets. I was so happy! I couldn’t believe I was finally going to meet my hero, my idol, and my biggest inspiration. I ended up getting a zero on that test but I didn’t care at all. I counted down to the days when I was finally gonna meet Justin. It was 5 months away. I couldn’t wait. But I had no choice. As the days rolled by, the day I’ve been waiting for was finally coming up. I ordered a customized shirt that had a picture of Justin from the Believe album with on the front with “Swaggy” above it, and my last name “Baker” on the back along with my Twitter name “bakerboyy10” below it. It was about $50. I know, that’s expensive but so worth it. On November 1st I was so excited I couldn’t concentrate in school at all. When I got bed that night, I couldn’t sleep at all. I was up until around 2am. I went to school and left at 12. Me and my friend Amber went to McDonalds then went to my house to wait for my mom to pick us up. We left for the concert at 1pm. From Amelia, Ohio to Louisville, Kentucky it was about a 2 hour drive. The closer we got the more nervous I was. We finally got to the KFC Yum Center and we waited outside for about an hour to get in. They finally let us in and we had to check in for the VIP meet & greet. After we got everything we needed this guy who was with the tour led us to the meet & greet line. While waiting for Justin, we met Dan Kanter his guitarist, and Kenny Hamilton. Both of them were really nice and really cool. We were second in line to meet Justin. He finally arrived and was behind the curtain and the people in front of us went. After they were done it was our turn. This was it. I was finally gonna meet Justin Bieber. When the security guard opened the curtain me and my friend Amber walked in with our mom and dad behind us. Justin waked up to me, grabbed my hand, looked at my shirt and said “Swaggy” then he winked at me and smiled. I said “I’m Ryan” and he said “Nice to meet you.” He then went up to Amber and said “Hey beautiful.” She blushed and told him her name. After that, we got arranged for the picture. Justin put his arm around me and I did the same. After the picture I told him, “Thank you so much. This means so much to me, and I love your music. You’re my biggest inspiration. Good luck tonight. You’ll do great.” He smiled and said, “Thanks bro, that means really means a lot to me coming from you. You make me so proud.” He then patted me on the shoulder and then we had to leave. After we left from behind the curtain, we were handed an autographed vinyl copy of the album Believe. Then I started to tear up because Justin Bieber told me I make him proud. I couldn’t believe it. I was overwhelmed. After that we had to go back outside and wait for the doors to open to go to our seats. When we walked outside, all the girls saw me in tears and they all said “Awwww.” They all also asked me a lot of questions about the meet and greet. The concert was absolutely amazing. We were in the second row, section 3 so we were right up against the stage. We got pushed a lot to. Carly Rae Jepsen shook my hand twice on stage. Justin shook my hand 3 times on stage and he pointed at me twice. After the concert, I ended up getting one of Justin’s drum sticks. This was the best night of my life. I will always remember it. Remember anything can happen if you just Believe and Never Say Never. My dream came true and it can happen to you too. Just don’t give up! Thank you Justin Bieber for letting me meet you and having this amazing experience. You’re a great person. This is why your my hero, my idol, and my biggest inspiration. Your concert was amazing. Love you bro. Thank you my Bieber experience for letting me share my experience with everyone. Swaggy! -Ryan (@bakerboyy10) View original post here: My name is Ryan and I’m a guy Belieber. My twitter name is…
First off I just want to say I never in a million years thought I would be sitting at my computer writing MY story. For several years, I go on this website and read people’s stories wishing I could be them, and now its finally my turn. Several events lead up to the final moment when I met Justin. Firstly, back in April 2011 @shainedawson was making a video for Justin after he was upset with the paparazzi attacking him. I decided I would send in a video having NO idea Justin would see it. A week later, he tweeted “ http://www.twitvid.com/3CGFK ” and I was in the video!! (I come in at 5:11) Then in May 2011, Justin followed me on Twitter. Now back to how I met him, so it began when I rejoined bieberfever.com for the Believe tour, and there was a contest that most likely you all know, which was send in all of your Bieber memorabilia. At about 11:30 PM the day before the show, I got an e-mail saying I won and to this day I still can not believe how out of only 10 people picked, I won. After I spent all night deciding what to wear and because of shock, I only got about 5 hours of sleep the day before the show. I ended up wearing a tight black shirt; which later I will explain was the best choice I have made in my life, jeans, boots, and an owl necklace in honor of Justin’s tattoo. The day of the show we took a train from Portland to the TD Garden. Once we got there we went to the box office and picked up our tickets and went to go wait in line to meet him . When we got upstairs and were waiting in line, I met these two girls who were in their mid 20s. I talked to them for a while and we decided together we would go in as a group of 4. Once we got closer, we saw Kenny and talked to him. He is the sweetest guy ever and I showed him the gift I got for Pac and he laughed. I was like, “I got Pac this gift, it’s a bus so Justin can use it to take him to M&G and that is if he’s alive..” and then Kenny laughed and was like “Right.” Kenny actually talked to us for a while and I asked him if Justin was sad because of all of the Jelena drama and he was like no why and I was like oh well on Twitter everyone is saying he is. Then we were next to meet Justin. I handed the security guy who was opening the curtain my gifts, which was letters from beliebers all around the world and Pac’s gift. When the security guy opened up the curtain I blurted out “HE’S SO LITTLE” and the security guy laughed and then we went in. My dad decided to stay out of the photo and hold our bags, so it was just 3 of us. I went in and luckily I got to stand next to Justin. The guy took the picture and after, while his arm was still around me he TICKLED my waist. That ladies and gentlemen, is why I am glad I wore a tight shirt because I could feel his hand on my waist. At first, I was so confused and was thinking who is doing this and then I realized it was JUSTIN. After that, to Justin I went, “When are you coming to Maine?” (because that’s where I live) and he goes “What” and because it was sooo loud because all of the beliebers were screaming outside he couldn’t hear me. After that, the girl who was also in the picture proceeded to take her iPhone out and try to take a picture which is against the rules so they shoved her phone down and then made us leave. I never got an answer from Justin when he’s coming. When we walked out Kenny was standing there and I went up to him and was like did Justin lose his voice and he was like yeah a little bit. We then begged Kenny to take a picture with us because he was like “I can’t take pictures,” but then he finally gave in . Later in the night, I went to my seat, which I payed $700 for and I had to sit by myself because the ticket was so expensive. When I got down to my seat I was shocked because I was right by the catwalk! I sat in section C Row 14 Seat 12! I met a ton of other beliebers and never have I seen so many people cry. Justin went over to our side several times and touched the people’s hands in front of me. I decided to let them have the opportunity to touch him because I met him that day. All in all, I never dreamt this would be possible. All I have to say is never give up because I didn’t and look what happened I met him. I still can’t believe all of this happened and Justin looked so flawless I swear it wasn’t real. It was the best night of my life and I will never forget it. Follow your dreams and believe in yourself! -Shannon (@BHBMaine) Excerpt from: First off I just want to say I never in a million years thought…
If this doesn’t warm your heart … do you even have one?! After giving birth two months ago to baby son Lorenzo, Jersey Shore star Snooki can’t get enough of her adorable little man and posting pics of him online. Frankly, we encourage this. Here are two reasons why: “My stud muffin,” she wrote alongside these photos. No doubt. Already smiling as he looks up at mama Snooki, Lorenzo Dominic LaValle is going to be one popular kid at preschool in a few years. Gotta give her credit, she’s really taken to parenting. Check out Snooki with no makeup and other Nicole Polizzi photos for additional images of pint-sized MTV reality star through the years, from Seaside to motherhood.
Laetitia Casta is already letting her juicy boobs out for some action, she’s making out with this guy and things are getting pretty intense. He takes her in his arms and lifts her high in the air, now take a long look at that sweet as and tell me how freaking hot it is. Continue reading →
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