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American Idol: When No Man Loves the Women [Recaps]

Girls! All we really want is girls! Well, that’s all we really wanted at the beginning of this season’s competition, because a woman was due to win the crown. Now, three weeks in? We don’t want that anymore. No, the women have failed us. I mean, the men have too. I will write this exact same post minus the wo’s tomorrow. But right now we are talking about girls, and the girls are stinkin’ dinkins. Aren’t they? If the girls were a movie, they would be Good Luck Chuck . That movie isn’t even entertaining in a bad way. It’s just bad. If the girls were a food, they would be lima beans. A car? The Plymouth Sundance. They are bland and awful. Swamp rot. Cow’s cud. Dung. And the judges know it! Oh boy do they know it. Betcha wish you didn’t sign a five-year contract nowwww, Ellen! Seriously, how much must she regret it? Simon’s leaving after this year, the contestants are about as good as a production of Candide featuring Penny Marshall as Cunégonde, and Randy is actually starting to physically change into a Mole Person. Plus, Kara won’t put out. Maybe that’s why Ellen is reeking so hard in the judgin’ zone. Maybe she hopes that if she’s awful enough, Fox will let her out of her contract early. So it’ll be more of the “It was good!” and “I don’t know…” until May, I fear. It’s just how it’s going to be. It Was Good! Saying something about Crystal Ninjatrousers at this point is just dumb. Everyone knows that she blew it out the bowerbox. She sang that Gimme One Reason to Stay Heeeere song, by Tyler Perry, and she had her little amp next to her and yeah, she’s going to win the entire show, isn’t she? Is there anyone who might beat her? Maybe one of the other girls, like Alex Lambert or Little Pippy Urban. Wouldn’t it be so fantastic if Tim Urban won this season of American Idol ? This likely last season that any of us will watch. Ryan says his name and then there’s a loud creak and groan and a shower of sparks and a huge rafter swings down and kills Ryan, like the nice teacher in Carrie . And then Kara starts shaking and says “What’s… happening… to … meeeeee…” and her hair grows long and she grabs on to Randy but by then she is mostly bones and then she falls to the ground and her dessicated body shatters and all that’s left is her Nazi pin. (Somewhere Paula sits in her chainmail and says “Simon Fuller chose… poorly.”) And then pretty much everyone else is dead too and that’s it for Idol and Tim Urban is just standing there amid the carnage, smiling like a hunk piece of Wisconsin cheddar would if it could smile, wondering when he should start singing the new victory song, “With Wings to the Mountains of Our Dreams.” He figures now’s as good a time as any and starts bleating it out as the place goes up in flames and Simon’s chest explodes a mini Seacrest comes screeching out. Who else was good. Um… Sigh. I suppose that Lacey Brown didn’t totally whiff it this week. I mean, she’s still gross, but it was an improvement . Same for Didi Beady or whatever her name is. “Rhiannon” was a fun choice and she looked pretty, so good for her. Nice one, Doodi Tooti Fresh ‘n Fruity. I Don’t Know… Paige Miles. First off, has the child never watched the show before? If you sing “Smile,” you will go home. The producers will make it so. Because it is wayyy too good of an exit song to let it pass. Also, if she’d watched the show, Paige would realize that this is a competition for people to have contemporary singing careers. I think she maybe misunderstood that. I think she thinks this is a show where you just listlessly sing pretty songs a little bit and just kinda stand around, for fun. Simon keeps harping on about how she’s got such a good voice, but have we really heard that, at all? I have not. But maybe I am watching a different show than you. (I figured “American Irdool” was just a typo on my DVR.) That video above was Siobhan Magnus dedicating “House of the Rising Sun,” a song about prostitute sex workers, to her dad. That is one dizzy dame, huh? She is weird even for Idol . I’m not entirely convinced that the Siobhan Magnus experiences time in the same way that humans do. I think she might be the last airbender? That is a possibility. Whatever she is, she is off-putting. I know I’m supposed to like her because she is quirky and hit one high screech-note (also a Screech note) last week, but I just kind of don’t like her at all. Something’s awry there. Something unsettling. I don’t remember Willa the Wisp’s performance in the slightest, so I’m assuming it wasn’t terribly good. Anyone care to elaborate? Is there anyone else on this show? Am I forgetting anyone? Other than the person mentioned below, I mean. The Teen Scream Oh isn’t Katie Stevens the worst . Oh I just can’t stand her! The whole package is just so unappealing. Her weird strut, the fading gleam in her eye, the perky slope of Disney hair. It’s just wildly tone deaf. The producers’ strange attempts to produce a Miley or a Taylor this year were really fumbly and sad. Both girls, Haeley and Katie (eeeeeeee!), looked promising and then totally fizzled. I would not be surprised if Katie is sent packing tomorrow and she was supposed to be a frontrunner! They gave her the last-of-the-evening “pimp slot” the first week and everything! But alas, she buckled or caved or something else bad and implodey. If Katie Stevens were a car, she would be six million Toyotas. OK. I think that’s it for today. Tonight: The Men. Will Alex Lambert have to deal with his daughter Jan’s jealously issues with her sister? Will Tiger the dog show up? Will Tim Urban strip down to his shiny blue underoos and perform a sexy dance for Ellen, who can never shut up about his good looks? These are all questions we await the answers to. That chomping and scraping sound you hear is Simon grinding his teeth and praying for May. It’s us, too.

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Breast Milk is Funny Weapon of Assault of the Day

This is a funny story of a drunk hag getting arrested and when being made to change into her prison outfit, she turned around and squirted the cop in the face with her breast milk, or what I like to call, natures most amazing weapon. Sure, bitch could have thrown shit, or pissed on the cop, but that shit is played out and doesn’t get you on the fucking news, so she got creative, and really the cop shouldn’t have pressed charges, she should have taken in every second of amazing stranger tits milk, hot and dripping off her face…. See, I have never tasted breast milk but I have always wanted to. All the women I’ve ended up with have been dried up hags who can’t get pregnant, or young girls who never wanted to pregnant, but if they did get pregnant, they’d abort, so I have always wanted to get the shit sprayed down my throat and all over my face and on more than on occassion, I have tried paying new mother prostitutes or strippers to do it, but they all refused, like I was trying to make the one wholesome thing about them dirty, when everything about them was dirty, especially their drunken, expired cum scent, they just didn’t like to admit it, cuz I guess new mothers are hormonal and shit…..

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Lil Wayne Shouts Out Justin Bieber, Cory Gunz On Ustream

Weezy says Gunz is joining Young Money in one of several videos made before Monday’s sentencing. By Shaheem Reid Lil Wayne in his Ustream video Photo: ustream Lil Wayne should be touching down in New York City for his jail sentencing on Monday (March 8). In the morning, his videographer and photographer, DJ Scoob Doo , posted notice on Twitter that they were about to take off from Miami to the Big Apple. Scoob also put up photos of their private jet. On Friday night, Wayne again appeared in front of the cameras, via Ustream, using Young Money member Lil Twist’s account. Wayne, Scoob and Twist sat down for dinner at Weezy’s Miami mansion and went live around 8:45 p.m. ” Jay-Z had a concert at Madison Square Garden,” Wayne said to the viewers, recalling the show he attended the night after a courthouse fire delayed his sentencing . ” Jay-Z and Young Jeezy . I had an opportunity to go out there on Young Jeezy’s set and perform ‘I’m Goin In.’ It was surprise to the crowd because they didn’t know I was there. I was supposed to go in [to jail that day]. Nicki Minaj blessed the stage first on that ‘Bedrock.’ When I say blessed the stage, she blessed it. Looking immaculate. Then I came up there. “I just ran out there and performed,” he added. “After I performed, Drake came out there and performed his verse. They went extra bananas. Then Jeezy performed his verse. They went stupid. It was an amazing moment.” From there, Wayne went on to marvel at all the women responding to him on Ustream that said they wanted to have sex with him. The New Orleans superstar also gave a plethora of shout-outs to the viewers as well as to some of his famous friends. “Shout out my n—a Justin Bieber ,” he said, continuing his public conversation with the teen sensation. Wayne also revealed a new addition to his label of talented artists. “Shout out to my n—a Cory Gunz , about to be the newest member of the Young Money team.” A couple of years ago, Gunz answered the call from Wayne to lay a verse on “A Milli,” though Gunz’s rhymes never made it on the album. The two apparently ran into each other last week in Miami and talked about officially joining forces, but a formal deal has not yet been completed. Gunz tweeted over the weekend, “LOL. Young Money!!!!!!” Wayne, who has been tweeting frequently and posting other Ustreams over the weekend, is expected to be sentenced to a year in prison on gun possession charges. Related Videos Lil Wayne’s ‘Road To Rikers’ Related Artists Lil Wayne Cory Gunz Justin Bieber

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Ben Roethlisberger Accuser Described as "Hysterical"

The woman accusing Ben Roethlisberger of sexual assault has been questioned by officials and described as hysterical when doing so, Milledgeville, Ga., police say. Ben’s accuser – the second such claim against him in less than a year – arrived at the P.D. with three other women, according to a source at the police department. She was extremely emotional and looked like she had been crying for hours . The woman’s identity is being withheld, which is protocol with alleged sex offenses. Ben’s agent, Ryan Tollner, said Friday, “we are skeptical of motive.” But the police source said for whatever it’s worth, Ben’s accuser “did not look like” a girl who was making it up. It will be interesting to see how this shakes out. The Pittsburgh Steelers quarterback has not been charged with a crime, nor was he in the incident that came to light in 2009 with Andrea McNulty , of Reno, Nev.

Audrina Patridge Is Sexy Roller Girl

Earlier this week I had some sweet pictures of Audrina Patridge in her bikini for FHM which I thought were pretty damn hot. Now I’ve got some even hotter behind the scenes pictures of her in a tank top, bikini bottoms and roller-skates. This is what I imagine all the women in heaven are wearing. Imagine slow motion video of her fake boobies rolling down a bumpy road. Jesus! I’m going to take a nap in the hopes that I’ll dream about these pictures. Enjoy.

Real Housewives of New York: Don’t Look Back In Anger [Recaps]

Oh what a year it’s been. So much has happened. We’ve left and returned, had and lost, breathed and blinked. And now finally our long, arduous wait is over. The New York Housewife critters have skittered back into our lives. Oh they’re so much sharper than their Orange County sisters, aren’t they? They’ve just got a bit more going on, they’re hustling a lot harder. They’re not lazy and sun-struck and tired. They are moving and moving and moving as fast as they can, beady eyes fixed on the gray buildings towering above them, structures they’d like to scale and sit atop. They are, despite all of our hemming and hawing and mooing and moaning, representative enough of this city. In some strange way, in a Bravo Real Housewives sorta way, they are New York. As much as Vicki and Lynne and the gurgling rest are Orange County. Place is place, like it or not. What’s done is done. Except nothing ever is done! Not for these women. These women hold grudges like Kate Gosselin used to hold her kids, tight to their chests, clutching them with fervor, these precious moneymaking loaves. This anger and spitty upsetness about people being Mean or Rude or Disrespectful, years ago. They never forget. They are all elephants with elephant skin. So no, nothing is ever done. Last night felt like they were recapping themselves, rehashing things from the past. Things that happened in the strange slip between seasons, that mysterious unknown world. We began our tale, like so many great epics begin, on a boat. Naturally the season began in the Hamptons, all green grass and sandy smiles and the slow death rattle hum of these women eroding the cachet of this place. It’s gone from the moneyed tuft of The Hamptons to the pallid cheapness of Long Island, and it’s all their fault. They have the power to do that. That are unwittingly doing it. Everyone’s forgetting that word, Hamptons. “Are you going to the Ha…Ham… Long Island for the weekend?” people ask in the city on a Thursday afternoon. “No, I’m going to Albany to visit my great aunt. We’re staying at the Ha… the Hamp…. the Long Island Inn? Is that right?” Just the sheer presence of our breezy trashbags is stripping the already-mostly-stripped Hamptons of their leafy clout. That is mostly dead now. There is just Long Island. Just Egg and Quogue. Two strange feathery fingers, tickling the Atlantic. Anyway! Yes, a boat. Specifically, Ramona’s boat. A boat Ramona rented. Jill and the Countess Lulu Crackerjacks DeLesseps strolled down the dock and saw the bobbing yacht and then they heard a piercing screech and suddenly, seemingly out of nowhere, up popped Ramona. She was giggling and crying and Fluff was pouring out of her ears and she started throwing full champagne flutes at them, she got a pistol and started shooting it up into the air. Ramona was excited. Ramona is different . First off, she has a new haircut. It’s a youthful little ‘do, sprightly and bright, bright blonde. Ramona is convinced that she looks like an older Cameron Diaz, which is true. New Ramona looks like what Cameron Diaz looks like in dreams, all fuzzy and irregular, a vague hint of Cameron Diaz, because in the dream you know it is her, but it really doesn’t look like her. That’s what Ramona looks like. And that’s not half bad. The reason for the haircut? Well, see, Ramona is redoing herself. She’s reevaluating, reviving, Renaissance’ing. Ramona is having a moment and it’s quite a thing to behold. She’s still as loopy as a children’s shoe-tying class, but she’s goals in mind, she’s driven and has purpose. Her rented yacht party was partly meant to be a big splashy Hello to a new season of the show, but it was mostly so she could show off her big fancy entrepreneurial endeavor. You see, Ramona is selling jewelry on QVC. Yes. The height of class. Beautiful jewelry. And she wanted to show off her wares to a captive audience. I mean, if they wanted to get away from the pitch, what were the ladies going to do, hurl themselves over the side of the boat? (Well, one tried. Just pretended to yawn and stretch and plopped over into the water. Sadly, she forgot that she was at the back of the boat and was quickly chopped to tartare by the propeller.) They were stuck. They had to look at all of her costume trinkets. “Beautiful baubles…” Ramona said as she opened the case to reveal the treasures. “Pretty shining things…” This made Crackerjacks and Jill moan. Oh how they moan. These bitches are never satisfied with anything. Everything is always annoying. Ohhhh how awwwwwful to be on a boat in the summer in the Atlantic Ocean drinking things and wearing breezy clothes. What a dreaaddddful annoyance! They had to look at rings for five minutes . The horror . It’s so exhausting! I mean, I would probably want to tear my hair out every time Ramona did something near me too, but c’mon ladies. Let’s try to have a little perspective here, shall we? You’re not exactly shoveling shit. After Jewelryfest ’09, the women spent the rest of their boat trip reciting their Histories. They drew maps with their words, showing where they have been, what Meannesses and Rudenesses they had suffered, explaining their scars, singing the old songs of the shtetl or homestead. These are a storytelling people, these New York Housewives. Such a strong oral tradition. Ramona sang a prayer to her three Bear Gods and offered them a sacrifice of a beeeautiful three-karat garnet topaz Forever Luxury ring. She tossed it into the ocean, with a Gloria Stuart-esque “Woop!”, and that was that. Jill told some story about Bethenny. She and Bethenny aren’t friends anymore. It’s true. Sad but true. Something happened with something else and then there was a third something and then someone did something to someone and now something’s just broken, irreparable, torn asunder. I think maybe the problem is that Bethenny got too big for her britches? Maybe she doesn’t even wear britches anymore. Maybe she’s changed her outfit entirely. Jill doesn’t recognize her. She doesn’t like this new look. (When JZ came to the office I chirpingly told her that I’d met Bethenny before and Jill’s eyes turned to slits and she smiled acidicly and she said “Oh yeah? And how was that? Was that an enjoyable experience?” At the time I had no idea they hated each other, so I thought it was very weird. But lest you think it’s all made up for the Television, it is not. It was very real then, on that particular afternoon, and there was hardly a camera in sight.) So that was Jill’s bitchery. Oh, ha, Alex was there? She was mostly there to stand in a corner with her arms out to scare away seagulls, but they let her talk a little too. She didn’t have much to say. Mostly she just sat there and blinked and, by sheer virtue of her plugged-up silence, became sympathetic. Yes, it’s true. Alex didn’t make an enormous mockery of herself last night. I mean, don’t worry, I’m sure she will. I’m sure when she gets back to New York it’ll be like watching an American Keeping Up Appearances all over again. But last night, just last night, she had a slight pleasant reprieve. Alex was our silent observer, frowning and making Frankenstein faces in the corner. Oh Ganglepuss. We were friends last night. Then the clouds darkened and the waves roiled and it was time for the big event. Ramona was sitting by herself down at the back of the boat. She was singing a little song to herself (“Hmmm hmmm gems and stones / Dug up my grandma just to see her bones / If you get there before I do / Please tell me if the sky is blue”) and tugging at her Play-Doh spaghetti hair. And then suddenly there was a clanking and creaking and a low, throaty chuckle and Crackerjacks plopped down next to her. She looked heavenly. She was wearing big ’70s sunglasses and a turban and a kind of silk muumuu or coverall. She was a ’70s coke queen, a fluffer for Magnum P.I. , a disco washup with forests in her eyes. Ramona look scared, she trembled like a tuning fork. “Yesss….?” she said slowly, her head turning 100

Tanya Douglas Accuses Jake Pavelka of Lying, Cheating

The Bachelor star Jake Pavelka has been engaged to Vienna Girardi for about 20 minutes and he’s already catching heat for it – from ex Tanya Douglas. Jake’s previous girlfriend claims he was in contact with her after he finished taping the reality show, and claims Jake said he was coming back to her . Pavelka has denied any overlap between his past relationships and his Bachelor stint, during which he met and ultimately proposed to Vienna Girardi . Not so, says Tanya, who lobbed vague accusations of cheating at Jake in an interview earlier this week, although she was not identified by name then. She also claims they discussed marriage and that he said the women on the show, Vienna included, mean absolutely nothing to him. Anyone buying it? Tanya Douglas looks a little Vienna-like, no? The identity of Jake’s ex was revealed this afternoon, for whatever it’s worth. For his part, Jake denied Tanya’s claims to Entertainment Tonight this evening. “The relationship with [Douglas] was prior to The Bachelor , it simply did not work out,” he said. “There was no overlap with that or any other relationship.” “It is unfortunate that people are trying to financially capitalize on or disparage my incredible relationship with Vienna,” the hunky pilot continued. “I only wish everyone could be as happy for us as we are together.” What do you think? Do you believe Tanya Douglas or Jake?

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American Idol: Girls Drool [Recaps]

Last night it was time for the women to sing for their beautiful, diamond-encrusted supper. How’d they do? Ohh, you know, this is the Season of Horrors, so not terribly well. But not terribly, either. There’s been much brouhaha-ing about how this is going to be a year where a lady wins. Because it’s been three long seasons since Jordin Sparks was given a seat in Rupert Murdoch’s flying Rapture bunker, the producers have been intent on giving the crown to a girl this time around. Can they do it? Judging by last night’s festivities, no. No they cannot. But neither can the guys! No one can win this year! So, equality of the sexes has finally been reached. Way to run headfirst into that glass ceiling and tumble through it, ladies! The main takeaway from last night is that Kara did apparently talk to someone about her hair. It wasn’t the windblown Sebastian Bach-esque mess it was on Tuesday, so we’ve that, at the very least, to be thankful for. Simon still had his usual plains-flat tarmac atop his spiky British head, Randy still threw turtle shells at everyone, and Ellen continued her Orpheus-like descent into the Hades of her career. Ryan Seacrest burbled and moaned, missing his dear boys so very, very much. Where was Carol Brady, and Dimples St. Hotbod, and Kara’s boyfriend, Lady Elephantiasis? They were all sitting in their Chairs of Regret and Ryan couldn’t talk to them. He had to talk to stinky, stupid girls all night. What a bore! How boring! When is summer going to hurry up and get here already? The Good BLUNDERPANTS. She was alive! There were some fears that Crystal would be overcome by her mysterious illness and be unable to perform last night, it’s why the goils switched with the boys on Tuesdee, but those fears were allayed when Boomerslacks was brought out to face the judges, first of the evening. She strapped her guitar to herself and sang a merry warble about things and we all sighed with relief. Wouldn’t it be funny if Crystal Thundertrousers actually won this whole damn ish? Ma Yellowteefs beats all the TeenyPop competition and Vermonts her way up to the throne. I’d like that narrative. It’s a story I’d read. And, hey! Her teefs aren’t so bad anymore! Someone took a laser to her chompin’ stones and done fixed ’em up. Either that or she got dentures. Imagine if someone with dentures won American Idol . It would be the closest a thirteen-year-old girl ever felt to her grandma. “I get you, Gran” she would say, hot hormone tears pouring down her face. Gran would smile and her teeth would fall out and outside a dog would bark and the whole of Indiana would sigh wistfully. Who else was good? Oh, I put a video of the Blair Witch up top because I thought you might like it. The sound’s a little off, but don’t let that distract you. She actually was pretty good last night, that creeeeeepy witch lady with the gray, gray hair. I don’t get her style, never have and never will, but I suppose that doesn’t really matter. Or maybe it does. Last year I sort of wildly hated Adam Lambert, largely because he dressed like a 25th century space merchant and it was stupid. I suppose I am maybe that shallow. But in the case of Elizabeth Proctor up there… I don’t mind so much. She’s scary and Halloweeny, but sometimes we’re all a little scary and Halloweeny. We should forgive her that. We should not, however, forgive anyone for singing a song from 1964 on American Idol . I’m calling a moratorium. You are only allowed to sing things from the last twenty years. Srsly, if I have to hear any more Sam Cooke or “My Girl” or Janis Joplin on Idol ever again, I’m going to throw myself into the TV, and then I’ll be like John Ritter in that Stay Tuned movie, stuck forever in a hellish televisionscape, at the merciless whims of a devilish Jeffery Jones. And i don’t want that. That Delamor character was a surprising success last night! She didn’t sing that well, but she chose an interesting song. I mean Creed as a band is really only for mushy-hearted youth faith leaders from Ohio (who wear waffle crosses and are named Luke or Jared and wear cargo shorts and flipflops until November and shirts with lone stripes running across the top-middle and have tickets to the Dave Matthews concert in Columbus if you want to go, he’s always liked you since Mr. Radnor’s geometry class but he’s been too much of a vaguely sissified gentleman to ask you out until now, until this gauzy spring of senior year, and soon you’ll both be off at college, you at OSU and he at Miami, and then where will you be, where will any of us be?) but it was cool to see Delamor slow that shit down and strip it of all the swooping faux-grandeur. She did a nice job. Simon even said so. Good on you, Delamor! Perhaps you’ll be dimly dazzling us in the Top 12 rodeo. Perhaps perhaps perhaps. The Bad Red Hair McGee, come here for a second. No, it’s OK. I just want to talk to you. Hey. How are you? Having fun? Like being on TV? Good, good. Now look. What the red hot fuck was that last night? The judges told Lacey to sing in the style of Six Pence None the Richer (a known Christian band that Jared/Luke will put slyly on the radio when you are driving home from Columbus [you went!] and he will turn to you and smile and it will be goofy and sad, in the way nice things are) last week, and so she did just that. She sang “Kiss Me.” Remember that hot mess? It’s from the She’s All That Original Motion Picture Soundtrack, and it’s a piece of garbage — all twitty tinkle and sagging white Christmas lights. And Lacey didn’t do well with it. It came across really schmoozy and stupid and she was wearing a white version of Michael Jackson’s costume from the “Scream” video. There’s something I sincerely do not like about Lacey. Her hair is… I can’t really even go into the hair. (Jared/Luke’s sister, Tara, has the same hair. She moved to Akron after high school and takes a flew classes at the college, but mostly she works at SuperCuts and drives the lonely strip of Montrose at night. Sometimes for dinner it is Chili’s with Darren, who seems strangely cold now. And sometimes it is Red Robin with Dawn, who is getting bigger and who seems to be giving up, who doesn’t talk about London and Jane Austen anymore like she used to in high school, lying on Tara’s bed and staring up at the ceiling and dreaming about the future. Tara sits across the table from her, barely touching her burger, and she runs a hand through her piecey, choppy hair and she wonders what Jared/Luke is doing, if he ever asked that girl out, if he ever actually feels closer to God than she does.) I also really didn’t like the Stevens girl from CT. You know, the teen belter with the big coffee voice that belies her youth and is strangely unsettling? Yeah. She bothers me. Her little intro package was sooo fake and smug. Ick. You do not want to be in Middlebury High’s production of Pippin with her next fall. Trust. I Don’t Know What to Say Did you guys like that Epperly girl’s gonzo white piano Coldplay fiasco? I suppose fiasco is a strong word. But it was just so strange. Like, she sounded good and all? But… It just didn’t fit. Something was weird and wonky and off about it. It was so Grandiose. Epperly is Having a Moment. This is an unpleasant thought. That Epperly will have Moments on this show. That some of these people will have Moments all the way through, clear to May. Epperly made me realize just how much I don’t really get any of these Moment whittlers. All desperate-eyed and hungry. It’s unbecoming. That’s what Epperly’s performance was. Unbecoming . It was so needy. Eugh. Requisite Haeley Vaugh Section She sang “The Climb,” by Miley Cyrus. Of course she did. She’s so annoying. We get it, Haeley. You are Teen America. Your name is Haeley for Christ’s sake. That’s enough to know. We don’t need additional, mangled song evidence. “Haeley” says everything about you that you’d ever want us to know. Haeley. Internet iPod Twitter text feelings and blowjob parties! Teen Issues! Degrassi is lame and Justin Bieber is for 8th graders! I think Tim Urban asked me to give him a handjob in the rehearsal studio the other day and I think Ryan was watching from behind an old portrait! Teen Stuff! Haeley! We get it. We get it . Other People Sang Does anyone remember who?

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A few of the women shown who might have boobs if not for their eating-disorder histories are Nicole Richie, Keira Knigthly, Lara Flynn Boyle, and the Olson twins. Also belong on this list are Goldie Hawn (Kate Hudson’s mother,) Jodie Foster, Kelly Ripa, and Rachel Miner.

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Amy Winehouse, Blake Fielder-Civil Make Out

Last night on The Bachelor, Jake Pavelka and Vienna Girardi got engaged in large part because, to quote Jake, their chemistry is “lightning hot.” What a tool. Ridiculous cue card lines aside, certain couple just have that spark. Case in point? Newly-reunited former spouses Amy Winehouse and Blake Fielder-Civil. The photo below was recently taken at Blake’s love nest in Sheffield, England. It’s believed to be the first image of the two since they got back together. How did they ever fail the first time? Eh, probably the heroin use and his prison sentence. But for the love of God, take a look at this searing passion … CRACK COCAINE: John Mayer likened former fling Jessica Simpson to hard drugs. These two also conjure up the image of crack cocaine, but not in the figurative sense John meant . The picture was taken by a friend at Blake’s flat, and is actually the first we’ve seen of them since November 2007 when Blake Fielder-Civil was arrested and jailed. The couple’s divorce was finalized in September 2009 but they became engaged again, or at least “in a relationship” on Facebook, just a few months after that. The image was released by a friend to show Amy and Blake are happy, despite rumors Blake is cheating on Wino with a pre-op transsexual , among other women. Here’s another picture of them just in case you weren’t sure the above one was legit, or you can’t get enough of the two, or you insist on torturing yourself … HEAT : Some couples just have it. [Photos: Fame Pictures]

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