The Economist is *the best* unintentionally hilarious magazine I've ever read. My favorite thing is the letters to the editor. I want to start a stage show called "The Econologues" in which people memorize and recite those letters in different personas and voices.
So let me get this straight. Quit doing drugs and you get to write a finance column for Playboy? Because you have SO much more money now that you've quit buying drugs?
If this works I'm gonna quit drinking. That should qualify me to write a finance column for US Weekly, at the very least. Because heck, cheap tequila is about 14 bucks a bottle now and I do go through a fair amount these days.
@Gretchen says anyone have 4 timpani to spare?: The part they're leaving out there is where he went to business school. Seriously. 13-year-old me is *very* confused right now. Jonathan Knight is gay and Duff McKagan writes a financial article. Next you'll be telling me that Au Coton is not actually high fashion.
In addition to his many other charms, Daniel Craig is a good Samaritan. At a party, British journalist Sir Peregrine Worsthorne lost his hearing aid and Craig led the search, not hesitating to get down on his hands and knees or stick his hand into the kitchen garbage. He didn't even punch Sir Peregrine when the hearing aid was found stuck in his shirt.
This is out of, say, an Evelyn Waugh novel or something, isn't it? God, it's hilarious!
I have had some interesting run-ins with the Anna Nicole Smith saga. My next door neighbor (until last month when I moved) was Gary Stern, Howard K Stern's brother. I found this out one day when I was home sick and saw HK arrive at the house (Anna Nicole was deceased by this point, but the custody battle/paternity drama was in full swing). No, he did not leave a trail of slime to the door.
Also, my former MD - one Mr Sandeep Kapoor! He took over the practice from my former doctor, whom I loved. Well, my experience with the guy is terrible. He recommended I stop taking my SSRIs at time I was not in any condition to stop and I had serious side effects. I stopped going to him after that incident. Imagine my surprise when the methodone scandal hit. Ah, Los Angeles, You will never be boring to me.
@operasingergirl: This must be the slowest [prescription] drug investigation in the history of the universe. It has taken two years for the feds to look into why Kapoor prescribed methadone to ANS without seeing her in person and why he prescribed other meds for her under other names.
I'm sure if I were to nurture one tiny marijuana plant in my backyard, they'd be on me before I got a single joint rolled.
I always thought some version of the Raffaello Follieri story would end up modified for television ... I just thought it'd be Law and Order and not Gossip Girl.
@la.donna.pietra: Uh, my husband is currently prancing around saying "I TOLD them! I said it about George Michael and I said it about the new kids too!"
I'm not sure that deciding against buying a $15000 counts as being thrifty. If it is, I'm thrifty every day that I don't buy that gold toilet advertised on the Cash4Gold commercial.
AUGH can we please institute a "rock [pronoun] world" jar so that Bret Michaels needs to donate $100 to charity every time he uses that godawful phrase?
@baraqiel: Does Bret Michaels have $100 to donate to charity? I figured the reason he kept doing the Rock of Love shows was that they were feeding him.
Maybe I just need to pay closer attention to dirt bags etc but I had no idea Nick Carter had a drug problem that whole time during Millenium/the greatest years of my life.
@moll cutpurse: Did Millennium contribute to those being the greatest years of your life? I'm not going to lie: it really helped the fun quotient for me in those years.
When I think Kate Winslet, I certainly don't think "boobs," I think "phenomenal acting talent." The Quene of Cleavage title should go to Carmen Electra.
@TildeMarks: I was just thinking that that is possibly the best made-up-sounding name ever. Totally out of Harry Potter. I can imagine him in a great pea-coloured crushed velvet dinner coat wearing a purple ascot and smoking a cigarillo from an intricately carved bone holder. He would be wearing dark red slippers and have a sapphire ring the size of a child's fist on his right index finger. There would be a sparkle in his hazel eyes when he laughed and the perpetual fear that sandwich crumbs would end up in his spectacular moustache.
Jason Wahler, Lauren Conrad's ex, says though he likes Whitney, he can't believe The City got picked up for a second season because it was "a terrible show."
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If this works I'm gonna quit drinking. That should qualify me to write a finance column for US Weekly, at the very least. Because heck, cheap tequila is about 14 bucks a bottle now and I do go through a fair amount these days.
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Also, my former MD - one Mr Sandeep Kapoor! He took over the practice from my former doctor, whom I loved. Well, my experience with the guy is terrible. He recommended I stop taking my SSRIs at time I was not in any condition to stop and I had serious side effects. I stopped going to him after that incident. Imagine my surprise when the methodone scandal hit. Ah, Los Angeles, You will never be boring to me.
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I'm sure if I were to nurture one tiny marijuana plant in my backyard, they'd be on me before I got a single joint rolled.
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You were right. NYKOTB *are* gay. At least, one of them is.
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To which Whitney responded, "Who?"
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