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Chile the Fuck Out

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“He’s not worth it, man.” “C’mon, bro, let’s just get another beer and forget about it.”

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Getting to know you…

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Coming Soon: America, meet your 52nd State!
Getting to know all about you.
Related: Iran readies uranium for nuke enrichment – diplomats

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Bovs on your Mane

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Snoochy Boochy: You can preserve us anytime, baby!
Cough, cough. I mean, well crafted, intelligent joke to justify posting this attractive woman’s photo. Cough.

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It’s been one year since his split with Uma, and Ethan Hawke’s looking quite a bit worse for wear

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low culture Exclusive: An Outrage Grows in Brooklyn!!!

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Cingularly Bad Taste: Twin Towers-themed billboard, 4th Avenue and 9th Street Subway Station in Brooklyn
This is outrageous! Outrageously outrageous! In fact, we are outraged!
In a city still reeling from the 9/11 attacks—an event so painful, there isn’t a bowl of cereal large enough to drown our sadness—Cingular has decided to put up this tasteless, insensitive billboard on an overpass on 4th Avenue in Brooklyn that shows the burning Twin Towers. This is wrong on so many levels, especially since so many of us New Yorkers were without cellular service on that dark day and could not speak to our friends and family members, regardless of our “whenever minutes” or roll-over plans!
What’s worse is that this isn’t the first time advertisers have exploited 9/11 to sell a sub-par product. Shouldn’t they know better by now?
We urge you to boycott Cingular! Mostly because Catherine Zeta-Jones is incrementally less hot than she used to be. (So, boycott Ocean’s 12, too!) This outrage cannot be ignored!
Update: An alert reader and concerned citizen tells us that Ms. Zeta-Jones flaks for T-Mobile, not Cingular. You can run, but you can’t hide, Catherine! So, boycott Cingular’s non-threatening, pansexual spokescreature, Pit-Pat!

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Poutin’ Powell

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“Not even my new U2 Special Edition iPod can make me smile today.”

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Hooray for Product Placement!

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National Treasure is so hot, you’ll need a case of refreshing Aquafina water, from the good people at Pepsi.
Update: Turns out the professional wise-asses at The Onion AV Club made nearly the exact same joke as the above—three days ago. Either those guys saw my post and then built a time machine and went back to steal my idea, or hack minds think alike. We got beat: I guess that’s why those dude’s have the big first-look deal with Miramax and I’m just here blogging. Oh, well.

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The Single Greatest Album Since The Stones’ Sticky Fingers

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1. Enter the Wang
2. Bukkake Sunrise
3. Yellow Bile / Desperate Ground
4. Lucky Duck
5. Pipestone Octopus with Horseheart
6. Access of Evil
7. The White Death
8. Invisible Order
9. Horseheart Revolution
10. Pillow of Green Light
11. My Dust Will Be What I Am
12. Hidden From The Hidden Ones
13. Custody’s Last Battle / Secret Wars
14. Black Bile
15. Circular And Made of the Earth

Listen to the Master Musicians of Bukkake for yourself.

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Pray for Publicity

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The Reverend Billy in The New York Times, Nov. 19, 2004.
Does anyone else think that in another life, this guy would be the best publicist in the business?

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Every Picture Tells a Story

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Crooked Rain, Crooked Rain: Clintons and Co. in Little Rock.
Bill: “First Ken Starr, now this shit… Man, I’d so do Mary… Fucking Arafat. I coulda been a god in the Middle East. Do they have gods in the Middle East?”
Hillary: “Gee, Ted and Mary look nice today… My library is gonna be twice as nice as this crap… A photo op with Dubya: whose bright idea was this?…”
Chelsea: “Three hours at the salon and now this… God, Ted got bald… Would it be really tacky if I Blackberry’d right now…”
George: “Oh, no. Who’s that with mom from Elf? Is it that turkey followin’ me?… I sure hope there’s ice cream after lunch. Condi promised me ice cream… Mandate. Man-date. Yeah, I guess I get it now. It is sorta funny.”