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Pajiba Love

Yes, I am going to continue to post gratuitous cheesecake. If you don't like it, you can fucking well cry to Stacey when she gets back, punks. Besides, this ain't your ordinary cheesecake. (Yeeeah!)

Major big-league kudos to Ms. Beckylooo, whose first produced script begins shooting today! Out-goddamn-standing! (If a TV Falls in the Woods)

As someone who used to live in Philadelphia, I confess: I submit this purely out of love spite. Behold, the lameness of the Birdman! (Kissing Suzy Kolber)

I love it when she gets all riled up over tattoos. Alex the Odd... tiny, but fierce! (Ink & Apples)

There's just something unsavory about watching Hayden Panettiere rub her thighs and wink seductively at the camera. Shouldn't she be roller skating with friends and having pajama sleepovers? (WIMB)

Emmy reactions from the Emmy nominees. Noticeably absent: Bubbles. Bastards. (THR)

Yesterday I told you what it's like to work with me. For today, what it's like to travel with me (hint: fucking miserable). (A Softer World)

True story: Once, out in L.A., I got accosted by a shithouse drunk Andy Dick, who hugged me and then tried to use me as a human shield against some whackadoo stalker dude. So forgive me if this doesn't come as a surprise. (IDLYITW)

NO! This guy? A pedo? Get the fuck outta here! I mean, who saw this coming? It's just such a shock. Christ, might as well walk around with a badge that says "I'm a sick bastard who should be put under the jail." (Quizlaw)

Here, if I post something about great female singers instead of more cheesecake, will that make it better? No? God, you people are a bitch to please. (The Music Is The Message)

First rule of a successful hit-and-run rampage: Don't actually go by the name "Rampage." Second rule of a successful hit-and-run rampage: Don't drive a truck with A GIANT MOTHERFUCKING PICTURE OF YOUR FACE ON THE SIDE OF IT. (The Blemish)

Here's my take on reality television: Most of it isn't just worthless garbage, but the stuff that worthless garbage feeds on. However, I might consider watching this. I'm not giving it an Emmy just yet, but ... your thoughts?

Pajiba Love is temporarily being brought to you by TK, who is pinch hitting for Stacey Nosek this week and will try not to burn the place down. Corrections or criticisms? Cram it. Anything else, email him here.


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Comments

Rampage my brother let they ass have this one, but just so they know when O gets elected the brothers in the struggle ain't going to have to worry about a little fleeing from the police charge. Shit like that is going to be on the house.

Posted by: Pookie at July 17, 2008 3:45 PM

"Rampage my brother let they ass have this one, but just so they know when O gets elected the brothers in the struggle ain't going to have to worry about a little fleeing from the police charge. Shit like that is going to be on the house."




In English?

Posted by: SpiffyBoy at July 17, 2008 3:56 PM

Please excuse the interruption:

WATCHMEN TRAILER HAS HIT THE WEB!!!

http://www.empireonline.com/video/watchmen/
It originated there but that ain't working. YouTube has a good quality version up now.

Posted by: Jay at July 17, 2008 4:07 PM

Man, I hope I look as good as Helen Mirren does when I grow up (which, unfortunately, is about 10 years from now).

Posted by: BWeaves at July 17, 2008 4:08 PM

I'm sorry SpiffyBoy please excuse me for not being coherent. What I meant to say was Mr. Jackson please do not worry about these unfortunate circumstances you now find yourself in. A sympathetic ear is just around the corner. Soon a bevy of your compatriots will be released from the state and a new regime will cater to your every whimsy.

Posted by: Pookie at July 17, 2008 4:10 PM

Pookie writes like Heckel & Hyde. It's like Carl Weathers after a stroke.

Posted by: hatemail at July 17, 2008 4:13 PM

In English?

"Rampage, my friend of the same race, let the oppressors get away with this miscarriage of justice, because they know that once Obama is elected president, our fellow oppressed individuals will not have to pay heed to things so minor as fleeing from the police. These types of issues will no longer get them in any kind of legal trouble."

Posted by: gelis at July 17, 2008 4:15 PM

Rats, too late with the translation!

I, for one, welcome our Obama overlord.

Posted by: gelis at July 17, 2008 4:17 PM

Don't worry, TK, that's no gratuitous cheesecake.
That there, my friend, is necessary cheesecake. It is like the cheesecake which was so good that Rachel Green ate it off the floor rather than waste it when it fell.

(Please excuse Friends reference, I can't be cool all the time).
(Well actually, hardly ever).
(OK, maybe once when I was dreaming).

Posted by: Tarn at July 17, 2008 5:07 PM

Dude, I need to get on with reading The Watchmen, but I can never find it at the bookstore or library. Anyone wanna lend me a copy?

I pointed those photos of Helen Mirren in a bikini out to my 12 year old sister and told her that's how you do aging gracefully. I'm trying to save her from the Nip/Tuck culture she's growing into. Also, that woman is not what you would call petite despite being in fantastic shape and I love it.

Posted by: Genny (also Rusty) at July 17, 2008 5:12 PM

Pookie, you made me blow coffee all over my monitor. God love you.

Posted by: Megan at July 17, 2008 5:22 PM

Rusty, I'll bet it's going to get a lot more plentiful. There's a really expensive "Absolute" version (being reprinted this fall) but the regular paperbacks will probably start getting pumped out more in the next few months.

I think my copy is in North Carolina. Be wary of loaning books to friends who live in different states.

And again I say, Morgana Le Fay is a brick house. We'd seen the cleavage in recent times but the state of the hips is news to me. Sure I've seen "Caligula" and "The Cook, The Thief..." but maybe I need to see "Calendar Girls" too.

Posted by: Jay at July 17, 2008 5:30 PM

Of course, Eleanor! I use a paring knife to carve out the face. Make a curved slit for the mouth and two more for the eyes. For the nose, remove small wedges. To finish the eyes, press two whole apple seeds or two whole cloves into the eye sockets. To prevent browning, soak the carved heads in lemon juice for at least an hour, which is a great time to take a little catnap (especially for me - I like to get blind, stinking drunk when making Apple-Head Dolls!)

Now let's give your doll some character! Either pull apart a cotton ball or use clippings from your own body to glue around the face to form the hair. Use a little rouge or the blood of a newborn to make a blush to the cheeks and lips. Sew simple clothing for your doll. Let your imagination go and have fun! Lastly, fasten your handwritten death threat to your creation with a safety pin! Not only does it add a touch of class, but it shows you're dedicated and crazy enough to pull it off! Remember, if the person who ruined your life can't see the beauty in a handcraf... hold it...

Shit. I'm on that friggin' review site again... GODDAM YOU FAVORITES FOLDER!!

Posted by: Skittimus Maximus at July 17, 2008 6:01 PM

Dammit Skitt, you are making me laugh too hard. Don't make me mount you.

Posted by: Vermillion at July 17, 2008 6:21 PM

Very funny Vermillion, when you talk about mounting some guy everyone thinks it's cute. But when I walk up to some guy at the mall and I tell him I want to mount him I get dirty looks, what gives?

Posted by: Pookie at July 17, 2008 6:33 PM

Pookie & Skitt: Have you two ever considered having chidren together? I'm serious, you two would have the most absurdly hilarious baby writers ever.

And also? Helen Mirren looks fabulous. She can ram me with a strap-on anytime, anywhere.

Posted by: Jeremy at July 17, 2008 6:36 PM

Jeremy I'm almost positive this isn't the first time that the words strap-on and ram have come across those lips of yours before.

Posted by: Pookie at July 17, 2008 6:49 PM

I can't, Jeremy... As far as my seed goes, I pretty much milked that opportunity (pun intended) in college. Beer, even cheap beer, was a cost issue, thus leaving me to pump myself dry so the Ellens and Rosies of the world could get a bun in the oven(s). I was the poor man's David Crosby, a giver of life throughout the greater Midwest. Did I make enough to choke down a sixer of Schlitz every night of the week? Hell yes. Did I count on becoming the father of close to 363 children? No... No I did not.

If I had anything left in me, I'd be more than willing to toss it in a blender with Pookie's fixin's. However, as it stands, I am unable to toss one for old time's sake, let alone provide a solitary tadpole to join with the Pookster's and to grow in some lady's belly...

[... dim lights, turn blue-filtered spotlight on Emmet Kelly plunking away Luther Vandross' "Dance With My Father" on an out-of-tune Ukulele...]

Posted by: Skittimus Maximus at July 17, 2008 7:18 PM

Give not that which is holy unto the dogs, neither cast ye your pearls before swine, lest they trample them under their feet, and turn again and rend you.... Matthew 7:6


In college I must admit I did carelessly caste many of my pearls upon the unholy and unwashed alike, foregoing any monetary gains my batch could have received on the open market. Never the less it is with great humility that I now know the price of my costly seed. If only I had the wisdom and foresight to perhaps question my junks value, I could have changed the course of my life.

Posted by: Pookie at July 17, 2008 7:44 PM

Nicely written.

I wonder how much Gallo's spackle's going for nowadays...

Posted by: Skittimus Maximus at July 17, 2008 7:54 PM

GodDAMN, Dame Helen. I'd wear her like a wool mitten.

Posted by: Flannery at July 17, 2008 8:54 PM

I hate it when everyone commenting on the goddamn site is so funny they should have their own goddamn site and you're just a shmuck who couldn't be that clever on your best day, so you're just reduced to goddamn complaining about the goddamn comments.

Fuck.

Posted by: Anastasia at July 17, 2008 11:21 PM

Anastasia you are a very naughty girl, naughty indeed, you need a swat on your bottom.

Posted by: Pookie at July 17, 2008 11:29 PM

I heart pajiba swats.

Posted by: Anastasia at July 17, 2008 11:34 PM

mmmmmmmmmmmmm

Posted by: Pookie at July 17, 2008 11:36 PM

Hey baby listen, since we are all alone, do you want to talk dirty to each other?

Posted by: Pookie at July 17, 2008 11:39 PM

It didn't work. I'm still naughty. I need three more.

Posted by: Anastasia at July 18, 2008 12:03 AM

Seriously, this is worse than when I walked in on my parents having sex.

Posted by: jM at July 18, 2008 1:05 AM

heheh I am so disturbed right now. xD
But it's more like they were doing it on the sidewalk, jM, because it's displayed on the pajiba front page too. ;)

Posted by: Loob at July 18, 2008 1:22 AM

Anastasia my fantasy is to swat you as you're reading the top comments of the week.

Posted by: Pookie at July 18, 2008 1:28 AM

Mock the Birdman all you want. He has fantastical seats at the Linc. The closest I've gotten is tailgating in the parking lot during a December MNF game vs. Dallas, drunk and wearing a $5 beater that said "DALLAS SUCKS! GO EAGLES!"

Yes, this was only a couple of seasons ago.

Posted by: Nicole at July 18, 2008 1:37 AM

I happily take it back. The Batpod worked. The Teamsters have sandwiches! And hey! Good shot, Janson!

Posted by: Jay at July 18, 2008 3:05 AM

Rasputina are all kinds of hot. Goth girls with a sense of humor. Corsets + irony. Also, boobs + cellos.

Posted by: Sunsneezer at July 18, 2008 8:57 AM



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