Your chopsticks hardship reminds me of my cartwheel hardship. All my life I've been surrounded by people who knew how to do them, my mother included, but when I go to do one, one of my legs always bends. So then people would try to help and be like "let me straighten out your leg" which never worked, and we would try this for about half an hour before they realized that my leg is stupid and will never be able to grasp this simple concept.
At least Neil didn't go into a Cindy Brady trance on camera:
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I would like to think they offered this to Jaycee Dugard first, but she turned it down.
Speaking of, this should be a VG Everywhere mission - buy a copy of Jaycee's memoir, A Stolen Life, when it comes out on July 12th, because holy shit, that woman deserves whatever money/goodwill we can send her way.
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I prayed for the death of Michelle Bachmann many times and I felt bad everytime I did it but I kept doing it anyway. Now I know you understood everything. Praise Jesus, Hallelujah.
The part where he was about to crawl out of the screen into my house was more terrifying than this:
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I was in Turntable and no one told me I got Kelly's choice! Woohoo! Weekend made, Kelly.
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The whole point of this show is to have it coincide with an episode of Kitchen Nightmares, I'm sure of it.
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I kind of agree with this. She's been around long enough for everyone to decide if they're on Team Lunatic or not, and those that have made up their mind (like my in-laws) are not going to change. So we're kind of beating a dead horse (that Matt Damon probably destroyed) at this point.
Red eye flights are the devil (hence the whole red eye thing). I learned the hard way when I took one to London this year thinking I would be able to sleep through the whole thing. Hah! There were 8 million children running around, babies screaming - the only way I found sleep (for about 30 minutes) was listening to the sweet sounds of Matt Damon's voice loudly narrating Inside Job.
Go to bed Gabe. You have Kelly now!
Is there a gif of that kid on the left tackling the other kid? Because that would be better than any movie they could make out of that game. Also, I have found my Halloween costume for this year.
No, no we didn't. I can't imagine this guy getting any play, ever. But I did have a dream where Andy Samberg dropped a neg on me in a bar, and it totally worked. I don't know what that means.
Here's the post where I nominate VALENTINE'S DAY for the 100th time.
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Kara Monahan: I have my best friend, candy.
Kelvin Moore: Oh, that's good.
Kara Monahan: Cause I can't get enough.
These are actual words exchanged between these 2 characters (Jessica Biel and Jamie Foxx) in this movie.
For some reason I picture Gabe watching this movie with Birdie while covering her eyes and ears. Because this movie is a fucking train wreck. And I'm not using that word for emphasis.
There is so much to hate about it. At one point Anne Heche walks in and *SPOILERS* catches Ashton getting blown by a random chick in a football helmet, because he is watching football? It's a theme blow job? But the worst, the WORST is the "voice" Ashton uses throughout this movie. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_akR9vhcDHg
I learned some genetics in high school, so I think what we have here is parents with recessive douche genes coming together and creating the ultimate douche. Because Tom Hanks and Rita Wilson seem like the nicest people ever.
Hollywood just wouldn’t survive and stay thin — here, those being practically the same thing — without its marquee dish: the salad air.
I fixed that first sentence for you, Hollywood Reporter.
Yes, it is all Seinfeld's fault that you willingly signed up to be on a show about bickering couples so you could promote your spa business and make tons of money. That's insane underpants gnome logic.
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What makes me very sad is that all of the dancing feet in 80s footwear that I love will be replaced by dancing feet wearing, I don't know, UGGs and Sketchers (we are talking about a backwards small town, right?).
Ebert was not the only celebrity tweeting about drunk driving yesterday, but he tried to make a joke out of it, and that's just wrong. I think if Bam would have just kept his fat fucking mouth shut and grieved for his friend privately (you know, like everyone else usually does), more people would be pointing this out. But by posting what he did, he made it Bam vs. Ebert, and whose side will most people take in that fight?
Please please please do VALENTINE'S DAY at some point during this godforsaken hunt:
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You will hate it so much you'll actually throw it out the window, I'm sure of it.
cheese from a can. " - Gwyneth Paltrow I think this is more correct.the saladaircocaine.the saladair