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Sinead Noonan is Irish
Jul 9th
Sinead Noonan is Miss Ireland 2008, so here she is eating a tea cake and holding a parasol like she’s on a magnolia plantation in Georgia. Huh? I have my doubts as to how “Irish” she really is. First, her face isn’t all red and she’s not holding a Guinness in one hand and a cigarette in the other. Second, she’s not in a fight or wearing a police/fireman’s badge (or alternatively cuffed in the back of a “paddy” wagon). Third she doesn’t have red hair and a bowl of lucky charms. So that pretty much clenches it. She’s a big phony. A big, incredibly beautiful phony with amazing legs with whom I’d like to discuss puppies and world peace. Toi, toi, toi, toi, toi.
Jessica Simpson is a “Bitch and a Whore”
Jun 30th
At least according to Pamela Anderson she is. Which is like the pot calling the kettle black. Or a whore calling another whore a black kettle. Which is little racist if you ask me.
Jessica upset Pammi and all her vegetarian chums by wearing a T-shirt proclaiming: “Real girls eat meat.†But now the former Baywatch babe has hit back with a spectacular insult. Speaking on radio in Australia – where she’s waiting to go into the Big Brother house – the star slammed her rival buxom blonde. Pammi blasted: “I think she is a bitch and whore. (Sun UK)
I love that shirt. I think girls should eat meat because of the high protein and nutrition. And also suck lots of dicks. Hey…wait minute. I just got that! My stars. That Jessica is a hoot!
(images: Phun)
Blake Lively Weekend Links
Jun 20th
Weekends are for links. Not really. Weekends are sitting around drinking beer and talking shit about The Man. Because the man likes to keep a brotha down. So sit back, grab a cold one, grill some steaks and don’t forget to kill whitey.
Marisa Miller because I’m going to the beach
Jun 18th
So the auto linker is down, my server is bloated like a tick on a hound dog and I can’t post for shit with this bullshit wireless connection. The good news is Marisa Miller continues to be hot in lingerie. So break out the SPF 1000, ’cause I’m going to the beach folks. If you see a guy with a farmer tan, black knee socks and sweater of chest hair…look to the right. See that handsome blogger? That’s me ladies. If you need me, you’ll find me under a pile jello stained dixie cups next to the strippers from The Suck-Bang-Blow club. Harley chicks rule.
