This sounds like the dumbest idea I’ve ever heard of. Some kids at a college in Texas decided that it would be cool to get a bunch of KFC, some 40s, a chick dressed as Aunt Jemima, and wear some “gang clothes” to celebrate Martin Luther King Day.

They stupidly put the photos up on Facebook and they obviously ended up on The Smoking Gun.

Bad idea kids. This day and age you need to be just a little politically correct. Also, what have we learned from famous people like Paris Hilton…when you do something stupid don’t put it on your MySpace or Facebook page.

Wanna see more pictures of the party. Click Here.

So I’m being a generally pathetic human being today, ingesting the sweet, sweet liquor of E!’s High Maintenance 90210, when I recognize one of the high-profile clients. I just can’t place how. Her name is Allison Pearson. I watch her. I know her. I recognize the obnoxious face, the inane laughter, the vapid expressions. Did I go to high school with her? Hm. No. Did we date the same guy? Seems likely. But no. Did I throw a drink at her at a bar? Wishful thinking. How do I know this girl?

I Google her, and the geniuses at Pop Culture Whore come to my rescue. She’s that nauseating girl from True Life: I’m Getting Plastic Surgery, which aired on MTV six years ago. Allison was nineteen back then, and whoring around with her BFF Rachael, alternating their waking hours between laying in tanning beds and getting plastic surgery. Her goal in life was to be in Playboy, or at least to get into parties at the Playboy Mansion. I laughed at her them, and hoped that within a year she’d be back home in Ohio or wherever, her spirit irreparably broken.

So what the fuck? Now this bitch is married to some successful music producer and spending $20K on necklaces? These things are not supposed to happen to bad people like her! She contributes absolutely zero value to this world. You know what? Let me amend that. She contributes negative value to society. She can’t even organize her own closet. She spends all day drinking with her personal assistant. So not only is she failing to contribute to our planet, she is sucking any potential value-added behavior from another human being. I’ll admit that terrorism is to be frowned upon, but Allison Pearson is what’s wrong with the world.

In happier news, she’s totally put on ten or fifteen pounds since the MTV taping, and she looks a little big around the hips. Yeeeee!

So for some odd reason I have about three friends that know this dance by heart. It is white boy soul. White boys that are dancing to the beat of the “man.” Oh ya. Shake it.

“Damn girl, you look good from the front AND the back”-Diddy

How did this get ignored by the blogosphere?

This is from “All My Children.”

Things to note
1) Odd accent that you cannot really place.
2) The funniest use of the word “penis” ever.
3) The ability for these actors to keep their cool during one of the most amazing daytime monolouges ever
4) This chick/dude’s name is Zarf

Perez is such a fame whore. That doesn’t mean the Evil T doesn’t love him dearly but he really really loves to post pics of himself on his little website.

He blames this weird pink hat of hair on his stylist but I really think that he asked her, “hey, how will I get noticed as an unattractive semi-celebrity when there are all of these ‘real’ famous people all around Park City?”

This is the answer. I don’t know what I think of it. I find it funny that he can make fun of celebrities, say some really funny yet often very cruel things, yet they still will take pics with him because a couple MILLION people check out his site every day and know that they will get free publicity. It is interesting when the veil of the blogger is lifted and they mingle with their prey.

Lets examine above. Sienna Miller is smiling with Perez like he is her best friend. He makes fun of this girl every, single, week. She doesn’t seem to care. She knows that he keeps her name in the press and he knows that by charming her into taking a photo he makes sure that everyone thinks (or believes) that all of his mean spirited comments are in good fun. It is a symbiotic relationship kids.

Keep whoring and getting that SWAG Perez. It is why we love you.

Isaiah Washington keeps messing up over and over again. He not only used the f-word and forced little T.R. Knight out of the closet but also he denied ever doing so at the Golden Globes and then used the f-word again. The gay bloggers out there (read: led by the call of Perez Hilton) are calling ABC to fire him and he is struggling to save what is left of his reputation.

The cast now is speaking out against Isaiah’s behavior. T.R. stood up for himself, a bit, on Ellen. We already linked this a couple days ago but it worth watching if you are following the “Grey’s Anatomy” scandal. Katherine Heigl also has spoken out against Washington’s behavior.

Washington has once again formerly apologized to the fans of his hit show and it will be interesting to see if ABC ends up canning Washington’s booty.

“I apologize to T.R., my colleagues, the fans of the show and especially the lesbian and gay community for using a word that is unacceptable in any context or circumstance. By repeating the word Monday night, I marred what should have been a perfect night for everyone who works on “Grey’s Anatomy.” I can neither defend nor explain my behavior. I can also no longer deny to myself that there are issues I obviously need to examine within my own soul, and I’ve asked for help.

I know the power of words, especially those that demean. I realize that by using one filled with disrespect, I have hurt more than T.R. and my colleagues. With one word, I’ve hurt everyone who has struggled for the respect so many of us take for granted. I welcome the chance to meet with leaders of the gay and lesbian community to apologize in person and to talk about what I can do to heal the wounds I’ve opened.

T.R.’s courage throughout this entire episode speaks to his tremendous character. I hold his talent, and T.R. as a person, in high esteem. I know a mere apology will not end this, and I intend to let my future actions prove my sincerity.”

When you were so sure you’d eaten the last of the individually wrapped, bite-size chocolate candies you took from your boss’s office during a stealthy mid-afternoon raid, but then you discover that there was, in fact, one more hiding behind your keyboard.

I am ecstatic.