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Samantha Burke — Reached for the Stars

Filed under: Let’s Get This Party Started , Stars in Heat Jude Law might have thought he plucked a plain Jane from Pensacola, but turns out his baby mama Samantha Burke is hardly a rookie at seekin’ out celebs.TMZ has obtained photos of the unwed mom-to-be/model/aspiring actress posing and partying with … Permalink

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Katy Perry in Her Sexy Pink Bikini

I hate Katy Perry, but clearly not as much as I hate myself. I just spent 40 minutes uploading all these fucking pictures of the twat and I can’t fuckin’ stand her and it just reminds me that I need to find better things to do with my time than punish myself like this day in a day fuckin’ out for no fuckin’ reason.

Seriously, why the fuck do I bother doing this, do people actually give a fuck about this cunt, because I don’t. I don’t even like celebrity bitches, I can’t even spot them if they are standing in front of me. I am so detached from TV, Movies and even doing this shit, because they are totally fucking irrelevant to me.

If it wasn’t for her constant polluting my life as some kind of forced onto me soundtrack to my fuckin’ day every time I leave the fuckin’ house, I probably wouldn’t know who the fuck she was and I probably wouldn’t bother hating her and her dumpy body, but since her record company has raped me, I make an effort remembering the rapist and source of the violation and somewhere along the way, my life becamecropping and posting pictures of this cunt who I don’t find the least bit interesting, inspiring or even attractive.

I am much more into doin the raping, you know to bitches I meet in my everyday life, who look better, who get drunk and who trust the spiked drink I give them enough to get enough roofie in them for me to do a little pussy or tit grab….it is much more rewarding than doing a garbage post about them….

Here is the asshole hiding behind a Donut pillow….because she identifies with fat, useless, greasy pieces of shit that are only good for a couple of minutes before the excitement dies cuz they make you want to die on the fuckin’ inside.

Here are her tits performing (badly and embarrassingly) at some Pool Party…big tits don’t excite me the same way they did when I was 12 but maybe you’re easier to impress than me….cuz I am all about finding the perfect designer pussy….the mother pussy all other pussy aspires to be…I haven’t found it yet….but then again girls aren’t too eager to impress me with pictures of their cunts….so I’m forced to reference the trash vagina I come across in life….which is more like dollar store pussy and not high end fashion house pussy…..

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Mischa Barton All Strapped Up

Newly released from the psych ward , Mischa Barton partied it up on Saturday night at an NYC club.

Media Still Talking About Partying in 1999

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Recently Tina Brown eulogized party-planner Robert Isabell, fondly recalling her decadent Talk launch party he organized in 1999, a party she modestly labeled, “the last social celebration of the pre-9/11 celebrity decade.” Now David Carr‘s offering a sad remembrance.

The party, or “The Party” as it has come to be known by some, remains famous for it’s over-the-top flamboyance, and since Talk was partially funded by Miramax money, Harvey and Bob Weinstein served as co-hosts for the event, leading the New York Observer to headline their coverage of the night’s festivities, “Weinstein Brothers Revel in Vulgarity, Glory of Manhattan.”

In her Daily Beast post eulogizing Isabell dated July 12th, Tina Brown reminisced about the illuminated-by-Japanese-lanterns soiree on the electricity-less Liberty Island to bring in the now-defunct magazine. She spoke wistfully about the plethora of stars she shipped in on an ark to genuflect at her altar, The Statue of Liberty, for the evening. Here’s the money quote:

Guests, who included Madonna, George Plimpton, Demi Moore, Tom Brokaw, Kate Moss, Christopher Buckley, Helen Mirren, and Jerry Seinfeld, disgorged one after another from the Liberty Island ferry that Buckley immediately re-christened the “Star Barge.” Like an A-list Noah’s Ark, it motored slowly toward the tiny island where the Talk staff waited to greet the 800 guests in a warm August dusk.

Brown’s piece must have triggered the memory of the New York Times‘ David Carr, as he dedicates his Monday “Media Equation” column to the Talk launch party, only his take on the event isn’t so much a fond remembrance as it is a look back at what he now views as an event marking of the beginning of the end of an era of excess. Noting that the ten years that have passed since “The Party” have seen the death of many established titles as well as a dramatic drop in ad pages, Carr, who says he’s “still ashamed to admit that I wasn’t one of the lucky 1,000 people invited to the party,” writes:

Too bad nobody saw the sharks circling in the harbor. Rather than the culmination of a century of press power, the Talk party was the end of an era, a literal fin de siècle. Flush with cash from the go-go ’90s and engorged by spending from the dot-com era, mainstream media companies seemed poised on the brink of something extraordinary. But that brink ended up being a cliff. partied

Ten years ago, journalists, long the salarymen of the publishing economy, began gorging on big contracts and options from digital start-ups like shrimp at a free buffet. With coveted writers commanding $5 for every typed word into magazines that were stuffed to the brim with advertising, there was a fizziness, some would say recklessness, in the air. The industry was drunk on its own prerogatives, working a party that seemed as if it would never end.

Carr goes on to note that Tina Brown’s Daily Beast launch party in 2008 was held at Pop Burger in the Meatpacking District, where assembled guests munched on miniature burgers and hot dogs until about 8:15 or so, when the food sadly ran out. Indeed, that’s quite a remarkable contrast. But hey, there was an open bar, so it couldn’t have been that bad, right?

Finally, all of this brings to mind the words of a certain eccentric American prophet who, speaking about partying in the year 1999, once said, “Life is just a party and parties weren’t meant to last.” And really, all things considered, is that such a terrible thing?

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No Baby Plans for Pink & Carey Hart…Yet.

Pink’s breakthrough anthem may be “Get This Party Started,” but these days, the former bad girl and her recently reunited hubby, Carey Hart, are singing a different…

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Kenny Chesney Denies Jessica Simpson Flirt

Country singer Kenny Chesney has denied reports he flirted with Jessica Simpson in front of boyfriend Tony Romo at a party just days before the couple split. The 41-year-old was at a Fourth of July party held by his pal Sean Payton, where Jessica and Tony were also guests

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Featured Gold Star Posts – Tuesday, July 28, 2009.

Here’s some recent posts and contributions that have received gold stars from our editors. Contribute: Add an image, link, video or comment

How To Draw Your Name On Jeopardy

And be a dick at the same time. Contribute: Add an image, link, video or comment

Raaaaaaaandy – Part 3

The third (and final?) installment of the best fake documentary of '09. Contribute: Add an image, link, video or comment

Indie Band Mascots

Music and meme visionary Carles, of Hipster Runoff fame, imagines a world in which indie bands and furries co-exist (beyond the L train platform). I have to give Bloc Party another try, I think. Contribute: Add an image, link, video or comment