Friday, January 30, 2009
These are great: selections from Postcards From Yo Momma, a site that publishes reader-submitted e-mails from (and IM conversations with) their moms. Some are scolds, some are confessions, some are guilt trips, but all are just so... mom.
Visit the site for many more.
Oh man... I love this. We watch Dateline sometimes, and always groan when it's a Keith Morrison story. Clearly a frustrated actor, Keith is right at home in those opening segments where he gets to cock his overgrown eyebrow and deliver his overwrought teaser lines to some unseen listener off camera, which is crap: you know good and goddamn well he's talking to a ful-length mirror and getting off on his own awesomeness.
Anyhoo, this is a great impersonation.
From my buddy, Jimmy T. , who has loved Keith ever since Keith was a local TV news reporter in L.A.
Some bad songs are just annoying, but some are so rotten, they make you want to hurt someone. This one falls into the latter category. It aired on VH1 Classic this morning, and when I saw this man's ridiculous hair and smelled the first few bars of his steamy corn-filled loaf, I bit my knuckle in rage, much like Sonny Corleone did when he first saw his sister Connie with two black eyes (and then got mowed down in an ambush). I want to hurt this man.
Cooter-cutters of the rich and famous. This can't be good for your Lady Business.
I smell Photoshop on some of these, but at least someone's skills were put to good use.
ABBA chick (lead vocals on "Dancing Queef")
Lil' Kim? No, Labial' Kim.
Kelly Ripa, about to rip-a her pants. If that pole up her ass hasn't already.
Jessica Simpson ("This cooch wasn't made for walkin'...")
Et tu, Fabio? I liked him better with a goose sticking out of his head.
Alicia Keys. I see two of her keys right now, both of 'em L Major.
Jabba The Hutt. Sorry. But hey, it's Photoshopped for sure. There's no way it has a vagina.