Future in-patient, Louis Vuitton bag lady, and Nicki Minaj impersonator Amanda Bynes recently missed her private jet to LA (of course it was a private jet; do you think the air marshals would let someone that crazy on a commercial flight?). And what does a drug-addled former child star do when she misses her plane? Apparently she goes back to her apartment building and hotboxes in the lobby, then flees up 36 flights and throws her bong out the window. Which gives police all the excuse they need to arrest her. We’re sure she’ll soon be livening up a residential rehab program somewhere with her lingerie spinning classes, her mysterious bathroom hijinks, and her endless parade of selfies.
All hail the (drag) Queen! And all hail our good friends at World of Wonder, who’ve created this glorious extravaganza of sequinned fabulousity: a YouTube video of every one of RuPaul’s be-gowned catwalks from the five seasons of RuPaul’s Drag Race. This, ladies and gentlemen, is the YouTube for which competitive reality television was invented.
God, I love Tenacious D. I love them more than words can say, which is appropriate, since they are rock band of positively post-articulate awesomenosity, dude. Their front man is the inimitable Jack Black. When god made Jack Black, he threw away the mold (no doubt thinking “what, was I drunk or something?”). And now, direct to you from New Zealand, we present Jack Black reading the weather off a teleprompter and screwing up monumentally, then going in for the clinch with the camera.
Hmmm, guess who wasn’t in his school’s AV club?
It’s time to announce the winner of our gloriously-resurrected Friday Caption Contest. It really was a good round with some fresh entries, but in the end There Can Be Only One.
Klee May 18, 2013 at 10:31 pm #
“the deadliest catch” teams up with “project runway” to create the flotsam collection for fall 2013. Make it work!
Congratulations and imaginary swag to Klee! For her hypothetical trophy of virtual awesomeness, we present this antique bejewelled Fish Bangle Bracelet.
So it seems Richard Branson lost a bet and had to play flight attendant on his own airline. When he wasn’t spilling drinks on the bet-winner’s lap and trying to mop them up (with his tongue?) Sir Richard of Virgin was presumably playing out this scene in his head.
As for the rest of us, we can only hope that the brand name is a binding contract. NOBODY wants to be a member of that particular mile-high club.