Say hello to the hottest babes in Hollywood in April’s issue of Vanity Fair. Awww, they made poor Jonah Hill wear sleeves. (ScreenJunkies)
Sharon Osbourne is learning the hard way not to go around beating bitches up. It’s lawsuit season! (WIMB)
Whee!!! Jenna Fischer interview, on what Dan calls “one of the best podcasts out there.” (The Sound Of Young America)
And here, also thanks to Dan, is an excerpt of David Foster Wallace’s unfinished novel which is to be published next year, posthumously. (NewYorker)
Kanye West is still dating that shaved-head lesbian model chick, and I am still fascinated by it. Site NSFW! (DrunkenStepfather)
Apropos of nothing, here are some photos of Bill Murray hanging out with Spike Lee courtside at an Atlanta Hawks game. (AgentBedhead)
For some reason people aren’t interested in spending $500 on a Britney Spears concert ticket in the middle of a recession. Hasn’t anyone ever heard of “saving for a rainy day?” Sheesh! (Celebslam)
Wow, there are actually whole dating sites geared towards animal lovers. That’s actually a good idea. Even thought my boyfriend “likes” animals, sometimes even his patience is stretched thin. Hey, I love my dog, alright? (mental floss)
OH. MY. GOD. Over the the UK they actually have Cadbury Creme Egg McFlurrys at their McDonalds. (SeriousEats)
Ha! Justin Timberlake made a funny. On the premiere of “Jimmy Fallon Late Night” last night (anybody watch it?) he did his John Mayer impersonation. Commence John Mayer Justin Timberlake retaliation impersonation in about one week? (EvilBeet)
Is anyone elses’ parents on facebook? I just found out my dad is, but he doesn’t know that I know. Maybe I’m just immature, but I’m so not ready for this. (NotesOnBarNapkins)
Not that it’s all that complicated to figure out or anything, but here is a detailed chart to the inner-workings of a frat boy’s mind. (HolyTaco)
What do Jake Gyllenhall, Ron Howard, Forest Whitaker and Samuel L. Jackson have in common? They all appear in Jamie Foxx’s new music video. Inex-fucking-plicably. Thanks, cmoody!
Pajiba Love brought to you by Stacey Nosek, who can be reached via email here.
And the facebook parent thing is so weird to me. My ex boyfriend asked his mom to go on Facebook and like... got her an account and everything. Now she just posts on his pictures and rude comments with things like, "I don't think you should be so rude to Roxanne, Anthony," or "You can bus home today, young man! I'm not picking you up!"
Posted by: Marcela at March 3, 2009 1:29 PM
Oh ya, and we have had Creme egg flurrys here in Canada too, cause we rock!
Posted by: Alli at March 3, 2009 1:36 PM
The Cadbury Creme Egg is an abomination and an affront to everything Easter stands for. Just like that guy that died that time then decided he didn't want to be dead then died again. I mean make up your mind jeez.
Posted by: admin at March 3, 2009 1:38 PM
Oh, yes, despite my prayers otherwise, one of my mother's younger friends misguidedly encouraged her to sign up for Facebook. So now is my mother (who does not work and has nothing but free time, I must point out) is not only all over my page and my friends' pages, I have also become FB technical-social support. ("Why did someone send me a drink?" "What does it mean that I got poked? What's the point of that?" "Why doesn't anyone comment on my comments?") Bonus: She keeps posting photos that are flattering of her but in which I look horrible. Thanks, Ma!
Posted by: sherry at March 3, 2009 1:40 PM
What the fuckityfuck? Body suits?! That photo would've been a hundred times cooler had they been nude. Shit, Rogan's already shown his ass and was basically shirtless in ZAMMAP* and Segal's gone full-frontal with his dinkle... What's the deal? Is Hill covered in swastika tats? Burn scars? Teen Wolf hair? Did he spoil what could've been a great shot by refusing to bare it all for the sake of comedy?
*Zach & Miri - coincidentally, I've copyrighted the word "ZAMMAP" for future fight scenes in my new comic, Skittiminimaxman, featuring Wendel and myself taking on Counterfeit Pornographers hellbent on bringing down the integrity and art form that is adult cinema.
Posted by: Skitz at March 3, 2009 1:40 PM
Take that back, admin! The Cadbury Creme Egg is nothing short of delicious. You just have to get past the grainy texture of the "creme" to really enjoy it. Once you forget what it is exactly that you are ingesting, it's all good.
Posted by: Kolby at March 3, 2009 1:41 PM
Also, I hope this is as close as we come to seeing Jonah Hill naked.
Posted by: admin at March 3, 2009 1:43 PM
He didn't get to wear a body suit, because he is definitely the Tom Ford of this bunch. Someone had to be Tom Ford, and he is the oldest and sexiest.
Posted by: Well at March 3, 2009 1:44 PM
When should we expect the inevitable Stop! Or My Mom Will SuperPoke?
Posted by: branded at March 3, 2009 1:50 PM
My business partner (who is in his late 40s) recently accessed his fifeen year-old daughter's Facebook site and one of HIS friends was listed on there as "a friend". Awkward!
Posted by: PaddyDog at March 3, 2009 1:51 PM
When I saw the Tom Ford picture, I thought it was Jeremy Piven. Just me?
I told my dad if he were on facebook then we could play Scrabble online. Once I mentioned it, I realized what a giant mistake I had made. He got an account, and I had to friend him. Since I'm the type of child who tells her parents absolutely nothing about her life, I had to limit my profile to almost nothing.
Posted by: Sabrina at March 3, 2009 1:55 PM
Cadbury McFlurries? I want to see a Peeps Blizzard. But then again, I would be the type of person that gets a kick about having a decapitated Peep head in my ice cream. It would only be better if those little chocolate eyes of theirs were melted in such a way to make it look like it was crying.
Posted by: Quorren at March 3, 2009 1:58 PM
I'm with you on the facebook stuff. It's too soon, I can't take it.
Posted by: Alex at March 3, 2009 2:00 PM
Years ago, in my youth, I would periodically be suckered in by those Cadbury Creme Egg ads and buy one, only to be sorely disappointed because they are too, too sweet. Ugh, really just, ugh.
So, it took maybe two or three times, but eventually I learned that I do not like CCEs, which shouldn't be a surprise, since in general, I don't even like milk chocolate. Give me the dark, bitter stuff.
Posted by: tamatha at March 3, 2009 2:03 PM
I would do such terrible things to Paul Rudd. That Buster Keaton pic of Jason Segal is wicked adorable, as well - but Rudd, he is a Sexx God.
There goes all my productivity at work again. Now I am busy thinking of unholy combinations of Paul Rudd and Cadbury Creme Eggs.
I'll be in my room...
Posted by: Tammy at March 3, 2009 2:20 PM
My mom has a Facebook to play Scrabble with her sisters, and of course she friended me. I haven't changed a damn thing, nor will I. I'm an adult, even if I don't act like one. She can get over it.
Also, Stacey, when you said "dating sites geared towards animal lovers" I was thinking something totally different than what it actually was. I scare myself sometimes.
Posted by: Snath at March 3, 2009 2:24 PM
I have to say, remaking that Tom Ford shot with Paul Rudd may be the best thing Vanity Fair has done in the last 5 years. I need some alone time now, thanks.
Posted by: Anne (in Reno) at March 3, 2009 2:26 PM
Sorry Kolby, I am unanimous in this. But I would like to know what the hell the thought process was for those things?
Cadbury Executive: Well that's just a fine looking milk chocolate egg what do you call it.
Cadbury Scientist: Why thank you sir. We call it the Cadbury Egg. I believe they will be very successful.
Cadbury Executive: I don't know, I can't help but think it's missing something. Like a filling or some such.
Cadbury Scientist: What, like peanut butter, or maybe more chocolate?
Cadbury Executive: No, no, that's all been done before.......I've got it! Lets fill them with Easter Bunny Baby Batter! We'll be rich!
Cadbury Scientist: Genius.
That is how it happened, verbatim.
Posted by: admin at March 3, 2009 2:30 PM
Over the the UK they actually have Cadbury Creme Egg McFlurrys at their McDonalds.
*gasp*
Oh ya, and we have had Creme egg flurrys here in Canada too, cause we rock!
Canada, I'll be over in 5 hours, 46 minutes.
Posted by: Anna von Beaverplatz at March 3, 2009 2:33 PM
Paul Rudd!
Also - I'm totally with admin on the Cadbury Creme Egg thing. Just think about it for one second, you monsters: someone, somewhere, decided that he (I can't imagine a woman would do anything so bad) needed to replicate the inside of a raw egg, but with sweet stuff to eat. In chocolate. Mmm-hmm-hmm: candy-replica chicken foetus! Fucking disgusting.
Posted by: Caspar at March 3, 2009 2:37 PM
Tell you what - make me a Steak-Ums McFlurry and aside from tongue-kissing Sean Hannity, I'll do anything you desire. Anything...
Posted by: Skitz at March 3, 2009 2:41 PM
unholy combinations of Paul Rudd and Cadbury Creme Eggs.
And I will also be in my room. Thanks Tammy.
Posted by: Anna von Beaverplatz at March 3, 2009 2:46 PM
As for Peeps, nobody really likes 'em all that much but they are useful little bastards! Hours of entertainment! Put one in the microwave and watch - you won't regret it.
Posted by: tt_marie at March 3, 2009 2:53 PM
Listen, all you CCE haters: LOTS of things that are supremely delicious sound completely gross at first. You acquire a taste for them over time. Scotch. Cigarettes. Coffee. Genitalia. Just go with it.
Posted by: jimbob at March 3, 2009 3:02 PM
jimbob- I have repeatedly tried these CCEs and I am telling you, I do not like them. They are too sweet. Trust me on this. This does not mean that you have to find them too sweet, you can love 'em 'til the cows come home for all I care. You probably also like that frosting that one finds on cakes (usually from a grocery store bakery) that is so sweet it makes the roof of my mouth itch.
Posted by: tamatha at March 3, 2009 3:15 PM
Number 1: My mother has been on Facebook for something like two years now. Believe me, I'm used to it. I'm just surprised that she decided it would be a good idea to make a Facebook page for Kahlua (our dog). That just upped the ante.
Number 2: Yes, we have Cream Egg McFlurries up here. No, sadly, they really aren't quite as good as you would think. They basically squeeze the cream into the ice cream, then they add a bunch of little chocolate pieces in there. It's alright, but as a creamaholic, it's nothing to get too excited about.
Instead of a McFlurry, the CCE lovers should crack those creme eggs open, melt it all down, and then mainline it.
While you're tripping balls, I will take all the superior Cadbury Mini Eggs and Robin Eggs (the malted kind) from you.
Posted by: branded at March 3, 2009 3:19 PM
What do Jake Gyllenhall, Ron Howard, Forest Whitaker and Samuel L. Jackson have in common? They all appear in Jamie Foxx's new music video.
They must also appear in the video Jamie Foxx has of them killing hookers, raping pandas, burning kittens, evading their taxes, singing Nickelback songs, jaywalking, circle jerking each other, punting babies, and molesting blind, deaf, developmentally disabled, wheelchair bound children in a church on Christmas morning.
Posted by: jM at March 3, 2009 3:44 PM
Shit, do they have those Creme Egg McFlurries down in Mexico? 'Cause right now I am so much closer to that border.
Those weenie men and their body suits. Chickens. Should have doffed their kits completely. Shoot, wasn't Jason whatshisface already nekkid in a movie?
My dad's on Facebook, but I won't friend him because to me it's the equivalent of having him come live in my house. And that's not happening.
I just can't help but find Justin Timberlake incredibly hysterical. The first time he did that Michael McDonald impression on SNL I just about peed
Posted by: Sabrina is mature at March 3, 2009 3:54 PM
I really, really hate you people. Stop being so fucking funny.
Posted by: Nicole at March 3, 2009 3:56 PM
My dad's on Facebook, but I won't friend him because to me it's the equivalent of having him come live in my house. And that's not happening.
Seconded. I refuse to friend any family members except for a select few of my first cousins. My aunts, uncles, third cousins from Jersey, etc. do not need to be all up in my business like that.
Posted by: Nicole at March 3, 2009 4:01 PM
tamatha -- CCEs make my TEETH hurt they're so sweet. But it's a rapturous agony.
Branded -- I am an equal opportunity egg lover: creme eggs, robin eggs, mini eggs, peanut butter eggs. Don't go messing with my stash.
Posted by: jimbob at March 3, 2009 4:08 PM
You know how Reese's makes those divine peanut butter eggs? Well, the other day I was grocery shopping, and I came across an Almond Joy Egg. I nealy passed out from happiness.
Posted by: Kolby at March 3, 2009 4:13 PM
While you're tripping balls, I will take all the superior Cadbury Mini Eggs
Those might be my favorite candies in the world. They are the reason I look so forward to the anniversary of Jesus' resurrection. And with that statement, I just killed my Pop Pop McShea.
Posted by: Julie at March 3, 2009 4:15 PM
Kolby, I will trade you my Reese's peanut butter eggs for Jolly Rancher jelly beans. Straight up.
Posted by: branded at March 3, 2009 4:27 PM
Blame it on the a-a-a-a-alcohol?
Give him another fucking Oscar, the man is clearly a creative genius.
Posted by: Finn at March 3, 2009 4:33 PM
AlabamaPink - I too found JT to be so very funny in that clip. The boy is talented, what can I say? Sometimes those manufactured singing groups actually find gold, I guess.
jimbob - I don't know, man. I think you may need an intervention. On the other hand, I can eat a whole bag of flavored potato chips (i.e., sour cream and onion, not plain chips) in a sitting, which leaves me feeling so overly full and disgusted, but the process of getting there is terribly delicious. So, perhaps I shouldn't judge.
Posted by: tamatha at March 3, 2009 4:44 PM
jimbob,
You're a man after my own heart. I love all that Cadbury stuff. Well, except the malted milk eggs. But even they will do in a pinch.
Posted by: rlr260 at March 3, 2009 4:58 PM
"there are actually whole dating sites geared towards animal lovers"... I really thought that was going somewhere else. To a dark place. A bad place.
In any event, once a year, I turn into an absolute BEAST for the creme eggs. Those things are like fucking crack. If you hide them from me, I won't tear the house apart searching for them - I'll stab you until you tell me where they are.
You know, I studied that video three times before I sent it to Stacey. The only thing more inexplicable (to me) than Ron Howard is the guy dancing around in the Panda suit. There is a statement being made there- I know there is- I just can't figure out what it is.
Posted by: cmoody at March 3, 2009 5:28 PM
Just had my first creme egg of the season, delicious! My mom is on facebook, and I feel like we air our strained relationship for all to see. Sigh.
Posted by: Agente Provocatrice at March 3, 2009 5:42 PM
hahaha...Wanna join a hot and heated forum that discusses the truth about these big stars?
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Posted by: cora at March 3, 2009 6:12 PM
I'm a lady with a tattoo of Buster Keaton and a lingering crush on Nick Andonopolis.
My heart just did a Buster inspired Flip Flap(that's a circle of armless cartwheels for those of you who aren't up on the vaudville acrobatic terms)
Posted by: Carrie at March 3, 2009 6:25 PM
Listen, you sick fucks. We done been over this. Last year (or maybe the year before? I don't remember) I made my position on Cadbury Creme Eggs perfectly clear, and I maintain to this day that they taste exactly like sandy Diabetes, which is why I do not believe in them. I also do not believe in Peeps, solid chocolate animals/crosses/baby Jesuses (Jesusi?), or those robin's egg malted milk things.
Oddly, however, you know what I do believe in? Those disgusting chocolate covered marshmallow goo bunnies. I once ate two of them in one afternoon, though, and I'm pretty sure it nearly killed me. That was a mistake. I can only handle, like, one per week. I gotta pace myself.
Other Undead Messiah foods I believe in:
Cadbury Mini Eggs
Hollow chocolate doodads (if the chocolate's decent)
Jelly Belly beans
I also believe deeply in charoset on matzoh with horseradish, but that's not Undead Messiah food. That's Pesach food.
my mother asked me if she should join facebook. i told her that it would lead to tons of junkmail in her personal email account and telemarketing calls at supper time. i also said that i would post pictures of the time my parents hired dick manello to teach them and their friends to do the hustle in my basement.
yentas and disco do should never mix.
unless there's a camera around, of course.
Posted by: celery at March 3, 2009 6:54 PM
that should read, "should never mix".
sometimes it's hard to know whether to correct posts whose meaning should be obvious, but here i go again a la coverdale.
Posted by: celery at March 3, 2009 6:58 PM
Um, Sarina, you misspelled Diabeetus.
Posted by: admin at March 3, 2009 6:59 PM
Creme eggs are disgusto. Mini eggs, however, are sublime crack niblets. The smell alone is heavenly.
I refuse on principle to read any of DFW's unfinished book.
Posted by: Lauren at March 3, 2009 6:59 PM
What is happening Pajiba?! I would like to thank my boy, Jamie Foxx, for getting me one step closer to my dream of become the greatest motherloving rapper ever! (By boy I mean friend and am in no way trying to reference our nation's dark history of racial inequality with the once derogatory use of the word boy toward Black men) Oh YEAH, we are going to get crunk (?) in this piece. And piece means place. You all do not know. I be(am) crazy. That's right. I'll drink all the milk. NO COASTER! That's how I roll along. Make sure you cop(purchase) my debut album, March on Mayberry when it drops(releases) this summer. It stars me, Ron Howard a.k.a. OG(Original Ginger) Opie a.k.a. Freddy Frecklz (mispelling intentional). My homies and I are straight bawlers. Pardon? Oh, ballers. That is what is up. When I bless the mike (with my voice not holy water), I speak the truth.
COLLARS! What? Oh excuse me. HOLLA!
Posted by: Ron Howard at March 3, 2009 7:05 PM
Ok, ok, the red wine is hitting me a little funny cause I'm exhausted after a 10.5 hour work day when I wasn't supposed to be working at all. But it's cool, love my job. Although it always intrigues me when women come in and want me to double duty as a receptionist and a babysitter. Listen, I love kids and they're so cute and I don't mind playing games with them and will read to them for hours, but I also have a job I'm getting paid for... Wait, what was I talking about, oh yeah
RE: Parent's on Facebook
My dad just got on Facebook yesterday but hasn't friended me because he doesn't think it's necessary. You know who has friended me? My mom-mom (aka grandmother).
My Grandmother is on Facebook.
Yea, I friended my uncles, reluctantly, but this is the last straw. College kids know this: cool kids are abandoning ship right the fuck now. Asshats wanna petition the makers to get designable facebook pages, I get about 5000 attachments from that shit a day? No, fucking way. I left Myspace for dead a long time ago because I got tired of holding my tongue to keep from choking on it every time I went on to somebody's blinkee infested page.
I have not accepted her friend request and never will. Sorry Grandma. If you wanna know what's going on in my life, CALL ME. Ugh.
Facebook is bordering on TEH EPIC SUCK. Yea I said it. And no offense to all you over 30 types, but it was nice when it was just a college thing. It's bad enough when my uncle's friends hit on my when I'm playing pool, but dammit I hate that they can contact me at every fucking turn now.
That being said the Pajiba facebook group looks so damn tempting.
I'm sleepy.
Posted by: Kayanne at March 3, 2009 9:22 PM
I fucking hate Annie Leibovitz. All her photos look the same: tacky, luridly lit, generic and UGLY. Haaate her.
Posted by: figgy at March 3, 2009 10:11 PM
Guys, you DO know you can set up your facebook so that certain people can only see the things YOU want them to see on your profile?
For example, I've friended my dad because he'd feel bad if I hadn't, but I set it up so he can only see my 'basic info' and nothing else. No photos, no status updates, no notes, etc. He doesn't snoop around because he has nothing TO snoop. So it's not that big a deal that everyone is on facebook.
It's what I like best about it--you have a lot of control over what you share. If you don't exercise that control it's your own fault.
Posted by: figgy at March 3, 2009 10:18 PM
Hey, hey! Easy on us over-30 types, lady!
Posted by: Anna von Beaverplatz at March 3, 2009 10:22 PM
Seconded AvB. Methinks someone need a whuppin so she learns her place. RESPECT MY AUTHORITA!
Posted by: admin at March 3, 2009 10:31 PM
I didn't mean offense, Ms. vB. It's just, college kids are so conditioned on being wrapped up in a tight nit clique that when it became public it's like...
It's like waking up in pj pants and a sweatshirt and going down to the cafeteria for waffles on a saturday at 11, because dammit dorm beds are comfy when cartoons are playing and class is not arounad and I wanna sleep in. And then you get there and you're like sweet! fresh strawberries. And that's when you realize that the strawberries are there because it;s a visitors weekend and some lady with their prissy kid and their prissy purses and their prissy sneers are gawking at you because you're not only not wearing "appropriate clothes," but you didn't put on make-up and you're wearing glasses like some little ragamuffin. DON'T YOU FUCKING JUDGE ME. And then you realize that the space yo thought was yours and safe IS NOT FUCKING SAFE.
Also, figgy I know there are restrictions. I taught seminars to idiot freshmen who thought putting their address and shit on there was smart about the restrictions and safety and blablahblah the internet will rape you blahblahblah. It's the fucking principle. Facebook is nicknamed "stalkbook" for a reason. I don't need to "socially network" with my grandma; we're family. Also, I don't have anything needing censoring, but
I just don't want that family-facebook connection. It's stupid. And so are all of the shitty things that go on a person's wall.
Now I'm grouchy. Eff.
Posted by: Kayanne at March 3, 2009 10:35 PM
I agree that the Cadbury Egg kinda sucks. It should work in theory, but in practice - bleh.
And when your mom is on Facebook, yeah, it's over. The under 30s will just have to find another way to attention whore.
Posted by: Slash at March 3, 2009 11:57 PM
Also, Mad Libs:
For example, I've VERB ENDING IN -ED my dad because he'd feel ADVERB if I hadn't, but I set it up so he can only see my NOUN and nothing else.
Have fun!
Posted by: Slash at March 4, 2009 12:01 AM
Meh. It's all just making a tempest in a teapot to me. Gotta roll with the times.
Posted by: figgy at March 4, 2009 1:33 AM
This is why I keep my relatives at a proper level of computer ignorance. To avoid this kind of situation.
Sure, the high-school kids in my family are probably on here, but I HAVE NO IDEA WHERE THEY ARE. In fact, except for mentioning working for a movie review site on occasion (one I never named), nobody in my family knows anything about my online life.
My friends know slightly more, but that is because we were on FB during the college only years, and too lazy to change right now.
Aww, don't be grouchy, Kayanne! I mean, I certainly hope my mom never gets on there. On the other hand, I'm the sort of person who isn't bothered by my sibs being my friends, along with my other friends, along with work people, along with the Pajibsters. If they can't get along, that's between them. And, my mom pretty much gets me, so really it wouldn't be that much of an issue; but I'd be worried about stuff she might say, because my mom is kind of nuts. Also on that hand, I'm pretty comfortable with who I am, both in my real skin and my "von Beaverplatz" skin, so... maybe it's just me.
I get where you're coming from, though. I came in to work the other day, and somebody had moved stuff around on my desk. I don't like it. Don't touch my stuff, man!
Posted by: Anna von Beaverplatz at March 4, 2009 9:17 AM
Sandy Diabetes, hee!
Posted by: Kolby at March 4, 2009 9:26 AM
Sarina -- You are clearly the antichrist of candy. Chocolate-covered marshmallow bunnies? HOLLOW CHOCOLATE DOODADS?! Jesus died for our sins, and THIS is how you celebrate his resurrection -- with disgustingly inferior confections? Pray that we never meet, Sarina, or there will be a reckoning, after which you will shit Peeps for a week.
Posted by: jimbob at March 4, 2009 10:00 AM
Creme Eggs are ok, but Walnut Whips are the shizz.
I'm sure both things used to be bigger back in the day, though. The shrinking of chocolate treats is a national scandal!
Posted by: Tarn at March 4, 2009 11:01 AM
I'm a total loser and have all of my family added on Facebook. I have a 1 1/2 year old, and live over 1000 km (that's somewhere in the 600 mile range - if you hadn't guessed, I'm Canadian) from my nearest family members, so I use Facebook to keep them updated on the hilariousness of my kid.
The endless comments the older generation in my family leave on photos/videos became EXTREMELY annoying, however, and I've gotten to the point of not allowing comments on anything!
And the Cadbury Creme Eggs? Nasty!! And PEEPS??? Even worse, if that's possible! The only easter candy I can handle is the Mr. Crunchy chocolate bunnies with rice crispies. Pity my daughter, as that is the only easter treat she will ever get.
Posted by: superfish at March 4, 2009 1:16 PM
The Sound of Young America rocks the casbah. Jesse Thorn is a brilliant broadcaster and I absolutely love his work. The fact that you linked to him makes me more aware of maximum fun and also validates the amount of time I spend listening to his podcasts.
Posted by: Kelly at March 4, 2009 5:49 PM
Video ads popping up after each page view? Try clearing your browser's cookies.
Is it wrong that I hope the Kolbaby grows up to look like Paul Rudd and get lots of tail? I mean, shouldn't a mother want the best for her child?