Sigh.
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The way this week is going, she’ll probably recreate this tonight, only with an actual gun and me grasping my fresh gunshot wound and begging her both for my life and to PUT ON SOME PANTS.
Sigh.
[Photo: PacificCoastNewsOnline.com]
The way this week is going, she’ll probably recreate this tonight, only with an actual gun and me grasping my fresh gunshot wound and begging her both for my life and to PUT ON SOME PANTS.
This photo is from an event held in support of David Carradine Memorial Fund.
I didn’t know this was something that actually needed to be spelled out for people, but here goes: even when the deceased in question died under suspiciously saucy circumstances, you are NOT ALLOWED to attend anything that involves the phrase “memorial fund” dressed like a streetwalker. And that’s not hyperbole. I have actually seen prostitutes hanging out in front of the Donut Hole on the corner of Highland and Melrose WEARING THIS. DIAL IT DOWN, HONEY. For your own good.
Dear Melody “Pussycat Doll” Thornton:
OMG.
WTF?
NO.
You have scarred me into only speaking in monosyllabic words and common acronyms. This…is not…. It needs…. There ought to be…. MORE. MORE OF SOMETHING. MORE OF EVERYTHING.
Fug Power
PEOPLE OF THE WORLD:
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You know how there’s that old gag about tagging the words, “in bed” to the end of every fortune cookie’s fortune? Like I had one last night informing me that my personal happiness lies in achieving my professional goals. Which is much more salacious if I am achieving said goals….IN BED. I propose that the GFY version of that involves adding the words, “look into pants,” to every Spice Girls song lyric that comes to mind until our sweet lady Ginger here gets the message.
For example:
“People of the world: look into pants! Every boy and every girl: LOOK INTO PANTS!”
Or:
“If you wanna be my lover, you gotta LOOK INTO PANTS!”
Or:
“Come a little bit closer, baby, get it on, get it on. Cause TONIGHT is the NIGHT that we LOOK INTO PANTS.”
Or:
“I’m giving you every thing/ All that joy can bring/ This I swear./ And, all that I want from you/ Is a promise you will LOOK INTO PANTS.”
And so forth. I understand that Ginger might think — being British — that we are imploring her to wear knickers rather than trousers, but considering how perilous her situation appears in this photo, I think we’d love it if she was sure to wear BOTH, no? I thought so. Now, go forth and sing.
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