Thinking of Diddy as a black James Bond is cracking my shit UP. I just keep picturing him in the hot tub in the "Big Poppa" video: "Shit, we can do this every weekend, baby!"
Henceforth, I propose that all possessive pronouns be incorporated into the MySpace brandname (i.e., released an mp3 on their MySpace = released an mp3 on TheirSpace).
I'm still wondering on what part on I-91 in VT was Matt Dillon going over a 100 MPH? It's not exactly the Trans-Canada Highway or the Bonneville Salt Flats -- some of those hills and curves are pretty nasty, even at 65 MPH.
And I'm pretty sure Matt is now well acquainted with how humorless VT troopers are with people who exceed the speed limit by ridiculous amounts.
Apparently Dane Cook's brother forged his signature and made cheques out to himself to the value of $3 million. Probably not that hard to do when your signature is just a big X.
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And I'm pretty sure Matt is now well acquainted with how humorless VT troopers are with people who exceed the speed limit by ridiculous amounts.
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Angelina Jolie will keep her talon-like grip on the gossip media, no matter what she does or does not do.
Ryan Gosling will not be able to get any damn hotter.
I will continue to fret about Amy Winehouse, for some odd, unexpalinable reason.
I will, eventually spin out on the ice on my way to or from work, but will not have the good fortune to total it out completely.
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