tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317262242011-11-27T19:10:11.013-05:00IBBBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07038279029084530051noreply@blogger.comBlogger28401100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31726224.post-31543026527506359412009-02-05T20:20:00.007-05:002010-07-09T09:13:37.282-04:00<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SYuQ-pSyvWI/AAAAAAAAKUU/mGtt20G_E_4/s1600-h/ibbb-moved+copy.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299488792442486114" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 395px; height: 297px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SYuQ-pSyvWI/AAAAAAAAKUU/mGtt20G_E_4/s400/ibbb-moved+copy.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://www.imbringingbloggingback.com/"><em><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">www.imbringingbloggingback.com</span></em></a></div><div align="center"> </div><br />Well folks, after over 2 years on Blogspot, it's time to say peace out and find a new home. Check out the new IBBB site at:<br /><br /><a href="http://www.imbringingbloggingback.com/"><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:180%;" ><strong>http://www.imbringingbloggingback.com/</strong></span></a><br /><br />So update your bookmarks, update your links, slap your kids, pack your crap, sing a song, and visit the new IBBB!<br /><br />Let's mark this occassion with song:<br /><br />There's a new blog in the neighborhood and it lives <a href="http://www.imbringingbloggingback.com/"><strong><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">over here</span></strong></a> and it's understood.<br />I'm here just to take good care of you, like you're part of the family.<br />IBBB's in charge of our days and our nights.<br />IBBB's in charge of our wrongs and our rights.<br />So I say, I want IBBB in charge of me!<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.imbringingbloggingback.com/2010/06/18/mtv-tj-search-vote-for-ibbb-vote-early-vote-often/">MTV TJ Search</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.imbringingbloggingback.com/2010/07/09/big-brother-12-recap-stop-saying-saboteur/">Who is the Saboteur: Big Brother 12 Recap</a><br /><a href="http://www.imbringingbloggingback.com/2010/06/30/the-hills-recap-costa-rica-where-the-sun-never-shines/">The Hills Recap: Costa Rica: Welcome to the Jungle</a><br /><div align="left"> <a href="http://www.imbringingbloggingback.com/2010/07/01/the-city-recap-with-special-guest-appearance-by-martha-stewart/"><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 51);"><b>The City Recap: The Death of Whitney's Jacket</b> </span></a> </div> <div align="left"> <a href="http://www.imbringingbloggingback.com/2010/06/29/real-housewives-of-new-jersey-recap-is-bitch-better-i-guess-it-is-i-guess-it-is/">Real Housewives of New Jersey Recap: Is Bitch Better? </a> </div> <a href="http://www.imbringingbloggingback.com/2010/07/01/jersey-shore-season-2-preview-the-adventures-of-syphilis/">Jersey Shore Season 2 Preview: I'm in Miami, Bitch! </a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31726224-3154302652750635941?l=imbringingbloggingback.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IBBBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07038279029084530051noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31726224.post-58470834249728447222009-02-05T07:02:00.003-05:002009-12-20T09:14:37.420-05:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SYoyrhoxErI/AAAAAAAAKT8/O-kbM3KJOTs/s1600-h/jason-wahler.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299103634899931826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SYoyrhoxErI/AAAAAAAAKT8/O-kbM3KJOTs/s400/jason-wahler.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="justify"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SYoyrDRaV_I/AAAAAAAAKT0/keNQvcJEucs/s1600-h/kristin-cavallari.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299103626748909554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SYoyrDRaV_I/AAAAAAAAKT0/keNQvcJEucs/s400/kristin-cavallari.JPG" border="0" /></a> I don't want to oversell this, but....JACKPOT! Remember Brian and Jordan from the first season of The Hills? One of them played the boyfriend of Heidi and the other played the kid who was chasing after Oddrina. </div><br /><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">(Insert sarcastic overtone) I'm sure these dudes are kicking themselves for not sticking with those two prizes. Just think, fella's, today you two could be Justin Bobby and Spencer Pratt.</div><br /><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">Anyscript, those two dudes and LC's ex-boyfriend/ex-Laguna Beach cast member, Jason Wahler, were all bloated smiles as they attended the premiere of "2 Dudes and a Dream" in LA the other night. </div><br /><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">While Kristin Cavallari was not ever in The Hills, she was in Lagina Creek and also attended this event....and I sweat Kristin so I decided to add her photo too.<br /><br />If you like The Hills recap check out all that is <a href="http://www.imbringingbloggingback.com/celebrity-gossip/mtv-jersey-shore/">Jersey Shore</a>, the new show by MTV, that features characters like <a href="http://www.imbringingbloggingback.com/celebrity-gossip/mtv-jersey-shore/">Snooki, The Situation, Jenni JWoww </a>and more! I know I'm dumber for writing it, so you should be dumber for reading the <a href="http://www.imbringingbloggingback.com/celebrity-gossip/mtv-jersey-shore/">Jersey Shore Recaps</a>!</div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify">Or You may also like seeing <a href="http://www.imbringingbloggingback.com/2009/12/20/snooki-on-snl-saturday-night-live-weekend-update/">Snooki on SNL Weekend Update (Saturdat Night Live)</a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31726224-5847083424972844722?l=imbringingbloggingback.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IBBBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07038279029084530051noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31726224.post-77280942912334253382009-02-05T07:01:00.001-05:002009-02-05T08:35:59.410-05:00<div align="justify"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SYo2kaJfvXI/AAAAAAAAKUE/sJjLY4fzG-Y/s1600-h/clay-aiken-americas-next-top-model.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299107910677151090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 293px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 382px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SYo2kaJfvXI/AAAAAAAAKUE/sJjLY4fzG-Y/s400/clay-aiken-americas-next-top-model.JPG" border="0" /></a> According to the crack-whores at <a href="http://www.usmagazine.com/news/clay-aiken-to-appear-on-april-8-episode-of-top-model"><strong>Us Weekly</strong></a>, America's Next Top Model is about to get a whole lot sassier. Clay Aiken is scheduled to appear in the new season in an April 8th episode where he'll be working with the models in an acting challenge.<br /><br />Um, I don't want to judge, but, uh, for about 20-something years Clay was trying to "act" as a straight man and, well, we see how that turned out. Not. So. Convincing. It's kinda like having Nikki Blonsky giving "healthy eating tips" to the girls. Ok all done.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.myspace.com/ImBringingBloggingBack">www.myspace.com/ImBringingBloggingBack</a><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31726224-7728094291233425338?l=imbringingbloggingback.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IBBBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07038279029084530051noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31726224.post-83299876979575216222009-02-05T07:00:00.001-05:002009-02-05T08:35:26.723-05:00<div align="justify"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SYovHuwb80I/AAAAAAAAKTs/DmqjeYWPt7A/s1600-h/ponzi-scheme.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299099721411588930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SYovHuwb80I/AAAAAAAAKTs/DmqjeYWPt7A/s400/ponzi-scheme.bmp" border="0" /></a> Dear Everyone,</div><br /><div align="justify">Please stop saying "Ponzi Scheme." My ears have heard enough of it. You may, however, say "Fonzi Scheme" which is a much more enjoyable scheme to hear about. That'll be all.</div><br /><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify">Thanks,</div><div align="justify">IBBB<br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.myspace.com/ImBringingBloggingBack">www.myspace.com/ImBringingBloggingBack</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31726224-8329987697957521622?l=imbringingbloggingback.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IBBBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07038279029084530051noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31726224.post-62184253295028494062009-02-05T06:58:00.002-05:002009-02-05T08:34:49.199-05:00<div align="justify"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SYWYgz0jjfI/AAAAAAAAKQU/QhMjGe9wb_8/s1600-h/gotta-questions.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297808226105134578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 295px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SYWYgz0jjfI/AAAAAAAAKQU/QhMjGe9wb_8/s400/gotta-questions.jpg" border="0" /></a> A spinoff of <a href="http://imbringingbloggingback.blogspot.com/search/label/go%20ask%20IBBB"><span style="color:#33ccff;">"Spencer's Busy...Let IBBB Take a Message,"</span></a> IBBB is proud to present you with another installment of <a href="http://imbringingbloggingback.blogspot.com/search/label/gotta%20question?????"><strong><span style="color:#33ccff;">"Hey Stupids! Gotta Question for IBBB?"</span></strong></a> Here's how this works. You have a question or need advice, you send me an email. I read it. I advise. Sometime, depending on my mood, I advice as well. Here are some recent questions/comments I've received. The names have been changed to protect the trashy. </div><br /><br /><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">Dear IBBB,</div><br /><div align="justify">I'm graduating college in May and haven't found a job yet since the no one is hiring. Can you possibly pay me to just read your blog? I do it anyway!</div><br /><div align="justify">Signed,</div><div align="justify">Unemployed</div><br /><br /><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">Dear Unemployed,</div><div align="justify">The economy isn't that bad when you really think about it. Let's face it, you have no real experience so even in a great economy I'm sure you're not getting a high-level job anyway. See how I view the glass as "half-full?" Regardless of what the economy is doing, you know who is always hiring? Always? Pimps. That's right, Unemployed, if you're willing to do $2 dollar sucky-sucky on the corner of Washington and Broadway then you'll be just fine. And, if you're smart about it you'll bring your "services" to Hollywood and perhaps you'll end up banging someone famous in which they'll either pay you a ton of money...or turn your story into a movie or television series on HBO. So remember this last bit of advice boys and girls...when the economy starts to really blow.....blow back.</div><br /><div align="justify">Wear Protection,</div><div align="justify">IBBB</div><br /><br /><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">Dear IBBB,</div><div align="justify">I miss The Hills. Is that bad? I feel like it is.</div><br /><div align="justify">Signed,</div><div align="justify">Hills Fanatic</div><br /><div align="justify">Dear Hills Fanatic,</div><div align="justify">I could, of course, completely tee off on you. However, I won't. I won't because I, too, miss The Hills. I miss the old Hills....you know, season 2? I miss the days when Heidi looked like Heidi. I miss the days when Audrina just sat behind the receptionist desk and only had 2 lines per episode. I miss the days when Lisa Loveless would rule the office with an iron fist. I miss the days when Lauren and Heidi didn't look like they were about to hit the red carpet in every scene. While I'm at it, I miss Laguna Beach. I do. None of that Newport Habor crap...I'm talking actual Laguna Beach. It will be back soon. Keep the faith.</div><br /><div align="justify">In Desperate Need of a Life,</div><div align="justify">IBBB</div><br /><div align="justify">Dear IBBB,</div><div align="justify">What's in your iPod?</div><br /><div align="justify">Signed,</div><div align="justify">Nosy iPoder</div><br /><br /><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">Dear Nosy iPoder,</div><div align="justify">What's in your bank account? None of your business.</div><br /><div align="justify">Getting a Restraining Order,</div><div align="justify">IBBB<br /></div><br /><div align="justify">Gotta question for IBBB? Email it. Or don't. Either way, I'm not losing sleep over this.<br /></div><div align="justify"><a href="http://www.myspace.com/ImBringingBloggingBack">www.myspace.com/ImBringingBloggingBack</a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31726224-6218425329502849406?l=imbringingbloggingback.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IBBBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07038279029084530051noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31726224.post-64516327356375410612009-02-04T10:22:00.002-05:002009-02-04T10:34:08.969-05:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SYmywy650zI/AAAAAAAAKTk/WRFDlAmjYxo/s1600-h/111111.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298962987950396210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SYmywy650zI/AAAAAAAAKTk/WRFDlAmjYxo/s400/111111.jpg" border="0" /></a> Are the Friends really friends? In other news....<br /><br /><a href="http://agentbedhead.com/index.php/archive/penelope-cruz-woody-allen-vanity-fair/"><strong>~ Penelope Cruz Has a New Love ~ ABH</strong></a><strong><br /></strong><a href="http://www.webstersismybitch.com/2009/02/obsession.php"><strong>~ Heidi and Spencer Continue Their Facial Expressions ~ Websters</strong></a><strong><br /></strong><a href="http://www.celebritysmackblog.com/2009/02/04/unbelievable-michael-phelps-may-get-charged-for-bong-photo/"><strong>~ Is Michael Phelps Going to a Paris Hilton Jail? ~ CS</strong></a><strong><br /></strong><a href="http://ayyyy.com/2009/02/04/decision-time-paris-hilton-v-tom-cruise/"><strong>~ A Hilton vs. Cruise Boob-Off ~ Ayyyy</strong></a><strong><br /></strong><a href="http://poponthepop.com/2009/02/03/avril-lavigne-prestige-magazine-photos/"><strong>~ Avril Lavigne Turns Into an Old Woman ~ POTP</strong></a><strong><br /></strong><a href="http://popbytes.com/archive/2009/02/scarlett_johansson_should_go_back_to_blonde.shtml"><strong>~ Scar Jo's New Look ~ PB</strong></a><strong><br /></strong><a href="http://www.fatbackmedia.com/2009/02/03/joe-francis-is-back-in-the-clink/"><strong>~ Joe Francis Jail Time ~ FB</strong></a><strong><br /></strong><a href="http://www.drunkenstepfather.com/index.php/2009/02/04/pam-anderson-picture-of-the-day/"><strong>~ Pam Anderson Looks Stunned ~ DSF</strong></a><strong><br /></strong><a href="http://yeeeah.com/2009/02/03/jaime-pressly-gets-in-shape/"><strong>~ Jamie Pressly in Insane Shape ~ Yeeeah</strong></a><strong><br /></strong><a href="http://www.givememyremote.com/remote/tonights-tv-spotlightwednesday-february-4-2009/"><strong>~ What You Should Be Watching Tonight ~ GMMR</strong></a><strong><br /></strong><a href="http://imbringingbloggingback.blogspot.com/2009/02/oregon-trail-predicts-how-hills-cast.html"><strong>~ Oregon Trail Predicts How "The Hills" Cast Will Die ~ GuessWho</strong></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.myspace.com/ImBringingBloggingBack">www.myspace.com/ImBringingBloggingBack</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31726224-6451632735637541061?l=imbringingbloggingback.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IBBBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07038279029084530051noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31726224.post-81272312681716782632009-02-04T08:00:00.007-05:002009-12-04T20:22:13.754-05:00<div align="justify"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SYioZf-yqrI/AAAAAAAAKTc/hCzvAJlYTUA/s1600-h/oregon-trail-1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298670117636450994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SYioZf-yqrI/AAAAAAAAKTc/hCzvAJlYTUA/s400/oregon-trail-1.jpg" border="0" /></a> Walk with me, my friends, as IBBB mixes two of his favorite things in life: The Hills and Oregon Trail. If you're like me, you've always wondered what horrible diseases the cast from The Hills would die from and, well, I'm here to provide you those answers. So, get your oxen ready, buy some boxes of bullets, store the extra wagon wheels, and buy a few extra sets of clothes because it's gonna be a bumpy ride up to The Oregon Trail. Yeeee Haw!<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SYioZUqqrHI/AAAAAAAAKTU/jAsPaDTtqiI/s1600-h/oregon-trail-2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298670114599251058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 262px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SYioZUqqrHI/AAAAAAAAKTU/jAsPaDTtqiI/s400/oregon-trail-2.jpg" border="0" /></a> ~ As the wagon leader, IBBB invited some of his favorite Hills cast members along for an all expense paid trip. Saddle up Audrina! Pack your chin, Heidi! Bring your beard bleach, Spencer. And do whatever it is you do, Lauren because we are just about ready to shove off!<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298670117005664834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 257px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SYioZdoZokI/AAAAAAAAKTM/HzAZZ3BsBak/s400/oregon-trail-3.jpg" border="0" />~ IBBB, of course, chose to be the "banker from Boston." I didn't buy too many sets of clothes because I was hoping that Audrina will eventually become "exhausted" whilst on the trail and perhaps show her rack and/or "gentlemen greeter." We may need those things easily accessible in case some robbers try to steal our crap when we're broken down on the side of the dirt road.<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SYioZF5OaOI/AAAAAAAAKTE/mUh0Bgof5Jk/s1600-h/oregon-trail-4.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298670110633781474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 249px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SYioZF5OaOI/AAAAAAAAKTE/mUh0Bgof5Jk/s400/oregon-trail-4.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />~ This is going to be a great journey! It'll be the same as when LC left Laguna Beach and traveled on her "big dangerous adventure" to Los Angeles. The rest is still unwritten.....<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SYioZEQulPI/AAAAAAAAKS8/cAeuzeEKZ7E/s1600-h/oregon-trail-5.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298670110195487986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 244px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SYioZEQulPI/AAAAAAAAKS8/cAeuzeEKZ7E/s400/oregon-trail-5.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />~ Honestly, we're not even 2 full days into the trip and Heidi already has typhoid. She is such a drag (queen). We brought her to a nearby doctor and their opinion is that her chest and/or chin is about to explode due to "being a whore." Hey, it's the year 1848. What doctors have ever heard of "breast implants" or "chin removers?" We've asked Heidi to sing some of her magical songs to help lift her own spirits. This may cause sickness for others in the wagon, but we're not ready to lose Heidi yet.<br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SYioQZvlw6I/AAAAAAAAKS0/iitzgCiI5e8/s1600-h/oregon-trail-6.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298669961343255458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 251px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SYioQZvlw6I/AAAAAAAAKS0/iitzgCiI5e8/s400/oregon-trail-6.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />~ What luck! We're already out of food, but come across some "wild fruit." We had no clue that Brody and Frankie would gracing us with their presence! What a treat.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SYioQX6DkpI/AAAAAAAAKSs/VLpB03EkcTQ/s1600-h/oregon-trail-7.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298669960850281106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SYioQX6DkpI/AAAAAAAAKSs/VLpB03EkcTQ/s400/oregon-trail-7.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />~ Here we go again! Audrina is an f'n mess. She's been diagnosed with "exhaustion" but we tried to inform the doctors that she always looks like this. She tends to look up at the ceiling which makes her look sleepy. With all the "performing" that Heidi's been doing in the wagon we're not sure how much more Audrina can take.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SYioQY5yVYI/AAAAAAAAKSk/G1mclTE06zk/s1600-h/oregon-trail-8.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298669961117586818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SYioQY5yVYI/AAAAAAAAKSk/G1mclTE06zk/s400/oregon-trail-8.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />~ Audrina could only take about a week of Heidi's performance of "Higher" before she went into the light. Audrina passed away on June 19th. We did allow, however, one of the oxen to make sweet, sweet love to Audrina after she was pronounced dead. It's the "circle of life" people. Get over it. We have removed Audrina's beaver teeth (I said teeth...we left her actual beaver in tact) and are using them to help dig us out of the mud when we get stuck trying to cross the deeper rivers. It comes in handy for that....and to help remove many of Spencer's Santa Pubes from his beard. Audrina was a real giver until the very end. R.I.P Teef.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SYioPyt0z5I/AAAAAAAAKSc/nBBaHunY14w/s1600-h/oregon-trail-9.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298669950866870162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 274px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SYioPyt0z5I/AAAAAAAAKSc/nBBaHunY14w/s400/oregon-trail-9.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />~ Ugh. Everyone is sick and hungry. These guys are the f'n worst. I head out of the wagon for a little hunting session and bag me a buffalo. I've now provided us 100 pounds of meat. It's strange because I'm convinced these chicks have eating disorders, yet we never have any food. As a sidenote, I dragged Audrina's toothless body into the forest to try and lure out the buffalo. It worked. I then allowed the buffalo to make sweet, sweet love to Audrina. Looks like she bagged herself a buffalo husband. I left her in the woods.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SYioP_AWQJI/AAAAAAAAKSU/YGXQGbMruJ0/s1600-h/oregon-trail-10.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298669954165784722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SYioP_AWQJI/AAAAAAAAKSU/YGXQGbMruJ0/s400/oregon-trail-10.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />~ It's insanely hot out and LC got herself a case of Cholera. None of us know what that is but we assume it's like herpes. We all sit about a campfire and tell stories of the days when LC used to date J Wahl. We should've invited him. Next time, maybe.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SYioGYyi1zI/AAAAAAAAKSM/ABPXaW6CkHA/s1600-h/oregon-trail-11.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298669789288519474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SYioGYyi1zI/AAAAAAAAKSM/ABPXaW6CkHA/s400/oregon-trail-11.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />~ LC fought off her herpes-like virus for almost 10 days, but decided to visit Jesus instead of Oregon. As we tossed her in a shallow grave, we added "She'll Always Be Known As the Girl Who Didn't Go to Oregon" on her tombstone. It just seemed fitting.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SYioGUaHoWI/AAAAAAAAKSE/bMl4KKWl5l8/s1600-h/oregon-trail-12.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298669788112331106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 221px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SYioGUaHoWI/AAAAAAAAKSE/bMl4KKWl5l8/s400/oregon-trail-12.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />~ Not one to let LC control things, Spencer died shortly thereafter but was never sick up until this point, which was strange. We suspect he wanted to follow LC into hell (which is where she ended up). We skinned off Spencer's "Santa Pubes" beard and made a very 1848 stylish hat for Heidi.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SYioGDRFplI/AAAAAAAAKR0/GOTzHJKePb0/s1600-h/oregon-trail-14.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298669783511049810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 219px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SYioGDRFplI/AAAAAAAAKR0/GOTzHJKePb0/s400/oregon-trail-14.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />~ Just when things seemed like they hit rock bottom, we lucked out a bit. You see, "Indian's" helped us find some food, which was great! It was also very ironic because The Hills seldom allows other nationalities to make it onto their show. This is probably only why it "says" that Indian's helped us, yet we didn't actually "see" them. Regardless, the food they found us gave Heidi the shits.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SYioGHTTQzI/AAAAAAAAKRs/RQDgXd9cqVA/s1600-h/oregon-trail-15.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298669784594072370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SYioGHTTQzI/AAAAAAAAKRs/RQDgXd9cqVA/s400/oregon-trail-15.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />~ I decided to head out hunting again, but it was just basically to get away from Heidi. Dear God that bitch is annoying. There weren't any animals roaming around the forest so I took out Audrina's teeth and had a 20 minute conversation about the awkwardness that we all felt when she was still alive and trying to become friends with Heidi again, even though LC was sitting right there in the wagon next to her. This conversation made me feel good. I swear I thought I saw those damn teeth smile back.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SYioGErzzDI/AAAAAAAAKR8/0WDLd6NoqgA/s1600-h/oregon-trail-13.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298669783891561522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SYioGErzzDI/AAAAAAAAKR8/0WDLd6NoqgA/s400/oregon-trail-13.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />~ Heidi isn't doing too good, you guys. She is f'n exhausted! Heidi's realized how hard it is to lip-sync to her music video, chase seagulls around, AND hold the video camera and boom box all whilst flailing her arms. It took a lot out of her and she realized just how much Spencer helped her that day on the beach as he filmed her video for "Higher."<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SYin8NCkarI/AAAAAAAAKRk/WxyeWuBscg8/s1600-h/oregon-trail-16.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298669614335814322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SYin8NCkarI/AAAAAAAAKRk/WxyeWuBscg8/s400/oregon-trail-16.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />~ I tried to convince Heidi that the drink I was giving her was tequila. She drank it down and started calling me "Jose." We both smiled at each other, but what Heidi didn't know was that I didn't give her the tequila that she normally liked to drink on various episodes of The Hills, but it was just "bad water" instead. Similar to the episodes, Heidi did start saying every stereotypical Spanish thing she could think of. She assumed she was drunk. She wasn't. I guess she was just racist. Heidi died on August 21, 1848. I sprinkled her new boobs, new chin, new weave, new lips, new nose, and new fake tan all across the glorious Mississippi River. It was touching. I was, however, a little relieved to be away from the cast. God works in mysterious ways.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SYin77N6_PI/AAAAAAAAKRc/RV-2DYyb_dY/s1600-h/oregon-trail-17.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298669609551592690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 217px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SYin77N6_PI/AAAAAAAAKRc/RV-2DYyb_dY/s400/oregon-trail-17.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />~ Well, it's just me in this funky smelling wagon. A thief came in the middle of the night and stole 9 of my oxen. It was dark and I could only make out a little bit of what the thief looked like, but it had shoulder length stringy black hair, white pasty skin, tired looking eyes, and some jacked up teeth. I'm almost certain it was Kelly Cutone who robbed my wagon. She may have robbed my wagon, but she rocked my world.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SYin7jiKsSI/AAAAAAAAKRU/e68QCkzv6rU/s1600-h/oregon-trail-18.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298669603194056994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SYin7jiKsSI/AAAAAAAAKRU/e68QCkzv6rU/s400/oregon-trail-18.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />~ Ugh. Is everyone else this hot or is it just me? Am I hearing things? Now why am I freezing? Damn it. I bet I have a fever. I ask my one remaining oxen to see if I have a fever and he just kicks me in my junk.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SYin7uKNLUI/AAAAAAAAKRM/t_iXfBoudtk/s1600-h/oregon-trail-19.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298669606046346562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SYin7uKNLUI/AAAAAAAAKRM/t_iXfBoudtk/s400/oregon-trail-19.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />~ Well, it got worse you guys. It looks like I didn't die from the fever, but from "Inadequate Grass." I didn't know you could die from lack of pot, but apparently you can. Oh well.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SYin7td1DjI/AAAAAAAAKRE/BJCTSrigJKI/s1600-h/oregon-trail-20.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298669605860216370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 232px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SYin7td1DjI/AAAAAAAAKRE/BJCTSrigJKI/s400/oregon-trail-20.jpg" border="0" /></a>~ In my final resting place I got to decorate my own tombstone. Jesus Claus and the makers of Oregon Trail are good like that. I had a wonderful trip with all my Hills friends. There was no doubt in my mind that I would, of course, outlive them all. All of us are in a meeting right now with Jesus (who strangely enough is 100% Irish) and we're asking him if he knows why he programmed Whitney's brain to add the letter "K" to words that really end with a letter "G." He said he was thinkinK about it and would get back to us. Drat.<br /><br /><br /><div>Well that wraps that up. Hope you enjoyed it because if you did you may like the <a href="http://www.imbringingbloggingback.com/celebrity-gossip/mtv-jersey-shore/">Jersey Shore recap</a> or all things <a href="http://www.imbringingbloggingback.com/celebrity-gossip/mtv-jersey-shore/">Jersey Shore</a>. Maybe not. Feel free to check out <a href="http://www.imbringingbloggingback.com/celebrity-gossip/the-hills-recap/">The Hills recap</a> or <a href="http://www.imbringingbloggingback.com/celebrity-gossip/the-city-recaps/">The City recap</a> while you're there.</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31726224-8127231268171678263?l=imbringingbloggingback.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IBBBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07038279029084530051noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31726224.post-17173776278507278482009-02-04T08:00:00.004-05:002009-02-04T08:18:26.174-05:00<div align="justify">Happy Harriet Carter Wednesday y'all (that's southern for "you all)! Due to my new website being hijacked and me trying to bitch slap the flu like Ike did to Tina, Harriet Carter Wednesday has suffered. Well, dry your red eye because HCW is back like a flair up of the herpes virus. This week some little Bindi Irwin lookin' mother f'er tries to sass an oncoming truck, Harriet turns a coffee filter into a cleavage blocker, and pranks your ass...literally. Let's go!<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297463258103357026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 399px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SYRexB3vHmI/AAAAAAAAKOE/hLJYQoavha4/s400/harriet-carter-truck-light.JPG" border="0" />Product # 1 - Give it the gas. Seriously. If I ever saw some little bitch, in the middle of the night, who was missing one shoe, on a little boys bike, giving me a "talk to the hand" whilst I was trying to leave my own driveway I would just gun it and run the skank down. I'd then tie her to the roof like a deer and mount her on my living room wall with a sign underneath her that said, "Should've Been Studying." But that's just me. You may react differently to a little girl on a bike. Anyhuffy, what's this girl doing riding her bike in the middle of the night anyway? And where are her parents? Probably in a meth lab, I'd assume. And where is her other shoe? I have many questions. Not for nothing, but stay the hell out of my driveway. No really, get off my private property before I call the police. Perhaps she didn't see my "Beware of Dog" sign I have plastered all over the place. She's so rude. We're in a fight. Oh, and where's her helmet? I mean if I'm going to hit her with my truck I don't want to give her "the brain damage" I just want to scare her, you know, and teach her a lesson about private property.<br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SYRew508WiI/AAAAAAAAKN8/oIgrDnymEcI/s1600-h/harriet-carter-modesty-panel.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297463255944157730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 151px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SYRew508WiI/AAAAAAAAKN8/oIgrDnymEcI/s400/harriet-carter-modesty-panel.JPG" border="0" /></a> Product # 2 - "Honey, did you wash my Modesty Panel? Yeah, Modesty Panel. Did you wash it, because I can't seem to find it. My Modesty Panel? No? You didn't? Never mind, I found it. It was in the drawer next to my faux-dickie." Seriously, a "Modesty Panel?" Is there a name any less sexy than "Modesty Panel?" It looks like some little 2nd grader cut a coffee filter into a heart shape and then used chalk to draw flowers on it for an "arts and crafts" Valentine's Day project. Who's wearing something like this? I want names! Whatever happened to the days when women would allow their rack to peek out the top of their low cut sweaters? Those were the good old days. Simpler times. Happier times before the recession. Let me give you a little advice. If you're trying to camouflage your rack, you should just stay home and knit. Knit and knit and knit....you know...for your cats? Knit them little cat sweaters and little cat hats and then take pictures of them and add them to your myspace page with funny little captions like, "Meowy Meowerson's First Day of School" and "A Life Without Cats...I Don't Think So!" Look, the economy is in the crapper and your rack is all we have left, so throw out this Modesty Panel and release the beast within.<br /><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297463243178522562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 228px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SYRewKRYN8I/AAAAAAAAKN0/1kdWQGAP-w8/s400/harriet-carter-toilet-paper-prank.JPG" border="0" />Product # 3 - Ha ha ha. Ha ha ha. Ha ha ha. That's me faux-laughing at your toilet paper prank. The "Don't P Me Off Toilet Paper Holder" prank isn't a laughing matter. In fact, if I was ever at your house using your bathroom and couldn't get to the toilet paper, you know what I would do? I'd use your nice "for company only" white towels that are folder ever-so-nicely on your shelf. I'd also press my ass up against your wall and just jump and down until I could write my name on your wall in crap smears. I'd also jump backwards into your wall so that I was leaving "crap kisses" all over the place. So, you still think it's funny to try to "prank me" with your toilet paper puzzle? Yeah I didn't think so either.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.myspace.com/ImBringingBloggingBack">www.myspace.com/ImBringingBloggingBack</a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31726224-1717377627850727848?l=imbringingbloggingback.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IBBBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07038279029084530051noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31726224.post-22561839031506152652009-02-03T08:00:00.002-05:002009-02-03T08:58:16.599-05:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SYXLR4aViCI/AAAAAAAAKQk/OBkp03_5unM/s1600-h/give-me-my-remote.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297864044732319778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 41px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SYXLR4aViCI/AAAAAAAAKQk/OBkp03_5unM/s400/give-me-my-remote.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="justify">Time for a little self congratulations (which is the safest sex possible, I believe). GiveMeMyRemote.com (an actual legit website, unlike mine) has named my little site as one of the <strong><span style="color:#33ccff;">Top 100 Blogs!</span></strong> Now, GMMR said the list was created in no particular order, but if we were forced to count, I'm #20. Yeah, that's right. I counted.</div><br /><div align="justify">GMMR is a great site that actually gets to interview people from The Office and a variety of other shows. You should definitely check it out because, well, they were nice enough to include me. Plus, the chick that owns the site is from Boston and, well, you know how that goes. </div><br /><div align="justify">Thanks GMMR for the kudos. I would like to return the favor and award you with The Best Website on the Internet (see below).</div><br /><div align="justify">#1 Best Website on the Internet: GiveMeMyRemote.</div><br /><div align="justify">See? You're welcome.</div><br /><div align="justify"><a title="Check Out GMMR and The Top 100 Blogs" href="http://www.givememyremote.com/remote/the-top-100-blogs-that-waste-my-timein-the-best-possible-way" mce_href="http://www.givememyremote.com/remote/the-top-100-blogs-that-waste-my-timein-the-best-possible-way"><strong><span style="color:#33ccff;">Check Out GMMR and The Top 100 Blogs</span></strong></a></div><br /><br /><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><a href="http://www.myspace.com/ImBringingBloggingBack">www.myspace.com/ImBringingBloggingBack</a></div><div> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31726224-2256183903150615265?l=imbringingbloggingback.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IBBBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07038279029084530051noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31726224.post-88558009627017379122009-02-03T07:00:00.003-05:002009-12-04T19:51:19.406-05:00<div align="justify"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SYenb2-1O6I/AAAAAAAAKQ8/sXzpaGVkcP0/s1600-h/kelly-cutrone-the-city.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298387583682034594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 344px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SYenb2-1O6I/AAAAAAAAKQ8/sXzpaGVkcP0/s400/kelly-cutrone-the-city.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div align="justify">All hail! Blessed Mother Kelly CUNTrone is back to save and bless The City! Now I know I've tee'd off on Kelly ever since The Hills, but the truth is I love her. Oh, and she is clearly the most talented person on The City....or just in life in general. Plus, I bet she'd wanna bump sewing machines with Olivia and by that I mean have sex. Was that not clear? Here's what went down last night on The City (cow-bell, cow-bell, cow-bell, cow-bell):</div><ul><li><div align="justify">The crapisode starts with all the girls having a little lunch. There's one girl sitting there in which I have no clue who it is, although she looks familiar. I soon realize it's actually Erin, whose pinned back her bangs and painted on some whore-red lipstick. I never realized Erin was suffering from the horrible disease, AULS (Audrina Upper Lip Syndrome).</div></li></ul><p align="justify"></p><ul><li><div align="justify">Poor (not financially) Erin is looking for a job and Allie's agency is looking to hire people with no experience, but apparently who can smile and talk to people. I'm sorry sweetie, but we're in a recession and most companies have let go of about 5,000 employees in the past month.....good to hear your company is hiring people without experience. Trash bag.</div></li></ul><p align="justify"></p><ul><li><div align="justify">Erin quickly scores an interview at Allie's model agency, "One Management," with President Scott Lipps. Is it ironic that Scott Lipps is actually missing his lips? Erin is also sorta missing her upper lip. This is a match made in scripted City heaven!</div></li></ul><p align="justify"></p><ul><li><div align="justify">Erin's interview skills are top notch! She let's Scott Lippsless know that she's be "unofficially styling" for a long time. Yeah, that's code word for "I dress myself and make fun of the way other people dress when I'm standing at the bar, drunk, judging everyone else in order to make myself feel better."</div></li></ul><p align="justify"></p><ul><li><div align="justify">Well apparently that's all it takes because Erin scored the job, instantly. Erin's job is a Production Coordinator, which is the next step up from an assistant. Look, neither of those jobs is a bad thing and everyone needs to start somewhere, but they are certainly not paying the kinds of salaries that are allowing Erin to live in her Gramercy apartment. Geesh! Save the jobs for the people who really need them, whoreface!</div></li></ul><p align="justify"></p><ul><li><div align="justify">Moving on to more important things, it's Kelly CUNTrone's birthday party! I love it! What, is she like 75 or something? I love me some Kelly. Whitney is fillinK all the girls in on how honest Kelly is about everything. Allie, the walking corpse of the group, is acting all cocky like she's not afraid of Kelly. Oh we'll see Allie. We'll see. Oh, and it is just me or does anyone else feel like you'd only be able to talk to Allie via a Ouija board?</div></li></ul><p align="justify"></p><ul><li><div align="justify">So is Kelly wasted? She kinda looks it? When she walks up to Whitney's table and hugs her it looks like she's hanging on to Whitney for dear life. Awesome! I'm also loving how Kelly is dressed like Uncle Jesse, from Full House, when he was doing a "Jesse and the Rippers" concert. Brilliant.</div></li></ul><p align="justify"></p><ul><li><div align="justify">Gutsy Allie tries to get Kelly to tell her what she thinks of her outfit and Kelly jumps back with a "I get paid money to talk about things like that." I felt like giving a z-snap when I heard her say it. </div></li></ul><p align="justify"></p><ul><li><div align="justify">Moments later Kelly is asking Allie if she's ok because she seems so skinny. Sweet! Kelly is like the conscience of all of us watching this crap. She's actually interacting and acting the exact way I would if I were ever given a chance to be on The City. Anyway, Allie claims that she's fine and Kelly doesn't believe her 75 pound bony ass. Kelker Seltzer tells Allie that it's a question she should be asking herself. I think Allie should be asking herself if she comes from an alien background. Check the family tree. In the end, Kelly leaves the table by saying, and I quote, "I'm going to go DJ...I think." I love a drunken Kelly CUNTrone and a sober Kelly Cutrone. I like both of them. There, I said it.</div></li></ul><p align="justify"></p><ul><li><div align="justify">Erin bumps into her ex-boyfriend. The two of them put me to sleep. I'd rather listen to stories about my parents dating back in the 1960's than watch Erin and her ex interact.</div></li></ul><p align="justify"></p><ul><li><div align="justify">Hurricane Cutrone moves to a different part of the bar in which it hits landfall as a category 3 on Allie's ass once again. Allie informs Kelly that she works for Scott Lippsless and Kelly responds, once again, that Allie is so skinny and if she needs any help to let her know. Like a 5 year who's been caught stealing Big League Chew from the corner store, Allie books it outta there in the middle of Kelly's intervention with her. Whitney, of course, chases Allie out of the building and up the street in which they embrace. Awww, how....awkward. Don't hug an alien, you'll get slime all over you.</div></li></ul><p align="justify"></p><ul><li><div align="justify">The next morning Erin's ex puts his shirt on and leaves her apartment. He tells her he'll "shoot her a text or something." I hope he shoots me and the bullets come right through the TV and hit me on my couch and put me out of my misery.</div></li></ul><p align="justify"></p><ul><li><div align="justify">Later, we learn that Erin's first day of work consists of her talking to her work-mate about her dating life because, you know, that's professional on your first day.</div></li></ul><p align="justify"></p><ul><li><div align="justify">At night, One Management is having a dinner party and I get very confused. So here's the deal. We literally see Erin sitting at the table with the rest of the people from work....AND Allie. Next thing you know, you hear Allie say to Scott Lippsless, "Did Erin start yet?" Um, isn't she sitting at the table with you? Did anyone else notice that? I'm confused. Is this an editing mistake or is Allie that dumb? Studies do show that malnourished children can have many developmental delays.</div></li></ul><p align="justify"></p><ul><li><div align="justify">Sweet! Hurricane Cutrone has been spotted up the coast of Allie's ass and is also at the One Mgt party! She hi-five's some people, in typically Cutrone fashion, and sits her ass right down across from Allie. Allie, the lifeless skank that she is, asks Kelly if she remembers her. Kelly, of course, does and apologizes for making her feel bad, but really wanted to know if she was ok.</div></li></ul><p align="justify"></p><ul><li><div align="justify">Meanwhile, Adam wants to confront Kelly. Dude, shut the F up and sit the F down. You're getting a little too close to Spencer Pratt status. Get an f'n grip on yourself and your d-bag walking corpse of a girlfriend.</div></li></ul><p align="justify"></p><ul><li><div align="justify">Wow, well we're 25 minutes into the episode and FINALLY we get to see Olivia. Whitney tells Olivia what happened between Allie and Kelly and Olivia tells Whitney to let it go...over and over again. They probably just hit "replay" on the editing machine. You know that the whole time Olivia is thinking, "Are you 12? Get a life." I love Olivia. Love her. Me gusta Olvia. I'd want her to sit on my lap and just do "eye rolls" to me for 35 minutes.</div></li></ul><p align="justify"></p><ul><li><div align="justify">Adam and Allie are grocery shopping and are both trying to justify that Allie is at a normal weight and there are people out there that are way skinnier than her. Yeah, they're called "Ethiopians." Allie also seems to think because she's getting work than it's ok. She's a joke.</div></li></ul><p align="justify"></p><ul><li><div align="justify">In the end, Whitney goes to Kelly's office to talk about what happened. Kelly tells Whitney she won't apologize for what she said to Allie. I love it! She also says, "the truth doesn't always come as a shiny bluebird on someones shoulder. The truth hurts." Someone make that into a t-shirt...STAT! Can I meet Kelly? Can someone make this happen?</div></li></ul><p align="justify"></p><ul><li><div align="justify">Overall, you have to give Kelly props for what she's saying because she is speaking the truth. We have to remember that the target audience for The City is young girls...and me....and they're going to be watching this and looking at Allie and aspire to look like her bag of bones. I think it's great that Kelly is saying that it's an issue that the industry is forcing these girls to look like this and that even the consumers don't want to see people that skinny and do not want to be that skinny. Sure, Tyra Banks has been chirping about that for years, but at least Kelly doesn't make it about herself whilst she's chirping. </div></li></ul><p align="justify"></p><ul><li><div align="justify">I say more power to Kelly. It was refreshing to have some real life-life people in this episode.<br /></div></li></ul><p align="justify">What did you trash-bags think of this episode? Are we going to get into an actual adult conversation in the comments section about ideal weight and eating disorders or should we just make fun of everyone? Your call!<br /><br /></p>Check out more on <a href="http://www.imbringingbloggingback.com/celebrity-gossip/kelly-cutrone/">Kelly Cutrone</a>, from info on her new Bravo show <a href="http://www.imbringingbloggingback.com/celebrity-gossip/kell-on-earth/">Kell on Earth</a>, or from <a href="http://www.imbringingbloggingback.com/celebrity-gossip/the-city-recaps/">The City Recaps</a> over at the new ImBringingBloggingBack.com<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31726224-8855800962701737912?l=imbringingbloggingback.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IBBBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07038279029084530051noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31726224.post-17124191557544675912009-02-03T06:59:00.002-05:002009-12-04T20:06:27.693-05:00<div align="justify"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SYeazWke25I/AAAAAAAAKQ0/DpTjGu3WrgM/s1600-h/janet-intervention.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298373693647281042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 397px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SYeazWke25I/AAAAAAAAKQ0/DpTjGu3WrgM/s400/janet-intervention.JPG" border="0" /></a> My name is Patrick. P-A-T-R-I-C-K.</div><br /><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify">[Patrick is the writer/owner of ImBringingBloggingBack and while he agreed to create IBBB, he does not know he's about to face an intervention].</div><br /><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify">Seriously, I heart Intervention big time. One would say I am addicted to it. That "one" is actually me. Look, I don't think that the people who take part in this show are anything to laugh at. Addiction is a big deal and should not be taken lightly, under any circumstances. However, every once in a while one slips through the cracks and I catch myself sitting and watching all with a big old grin on my face. The last time this happened to me was when I saw the episode with that lady Janet, who we immediately learn references herself as "I've always been a lady of leisure." Seriously, next to "It's like I'm walking on sunshine" (from the Alison from Intervention episode), this is my next favorite Intervention quote....ever. </div><br /><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify">Janet loves her boxes of wine. She also loves her "sexy times" with dudes who live in trailers. On warm summer days, Janet enjoys sitting down in front of a broken down yellow childrens school bus that has a "Beware of Dog" sign posted on the windshield. Janet is a dream come true.</div><br /><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify">Her poor family is trying to help her, especially her little 8-year daughter who is cute enough to give any Michelle Tanner wannabe a run for their money. Had she busted out into a verse of "I'm the Cute One" I may have shat myself.</div><br /><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify">Janet's clothing style is very fashion-foward and typically consists of a bikini top with her boobs hanging out the sides, a lot of "Mardi Gras" beads and her sunglasses on top of her curled hair. </div><br /><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify">The part where I laughed out loud was when Janet was on the phone in a broken-down car trying to get a little sex from some dude and she actually says, "I gotta get something good. I gotta get it now. You better get your Viagra and stuff it in your pocket." I may have squealed with delight when I heard that. Nothing is more sexy than that. I tell ya, if I had a dime for every time I had some chick say to me....</div><br /><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify">Oh, by the way, Janet's mother thinks that Janet is a, and I quote, "sex maniac." I'm crying. Literally, tears are rolling down my face. As her mother is saying this, they cut to Janet "booty dancing" in her bikini to a couple of fat guys sitting on wicker chairs in front of a rusty garage. Did I mention Janet is in her 50's?</div><br /><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify">I'd like to reiterate that I don't think it's funny that Janet drinks a million boxes of wine per day. I also don't think it's funny that Janet was molested (of course) when she was 6. Like I always say, as soon as they show the first baby picture on this show you know they're going to say the person was molested. None of this is funny. It's not about that. It's about the people.</div><br /><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify">Janet got very rich during her first marriage. She was married to some drug lord or something. Anyway, she took that money and bought machine guns and fur coats for her mom and sisters. It was very 80's chic. Janet's husband got arrested and they lost all their money...and fur coats. Janet met someone else.</div><br /><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify">Shortly after this we also learn that Janet has a 75-years old boyfriend who lives in a trailer. They've been dating for 4-weeks. His name is Bud. I'm actually not making any of this up. Even more random, at the end of this show, Bud is at the Intervention too.....with Janet's actual husband and kids. Brilliant.</div><br /><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify">I always get really nervous during the actual intervention part because, you know, you really want the people to get the help they clearly need, but are afraid on how they're going to react. Well, for me, Janet really broke the ice by sitting all "sexy" on top of her boyfriend Bud, who was just seats away from Janet's husband. Um, did no one who was planning this think it was a bad idea for her boyfriend to be there...you know....with her husband?</div><br /><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify">Ok, so the other thing is that the poor kids are trying to read their mom their "letters from the heart" and Janet literally keeps rolling her eyes and yelling "Oh God almighty! This is bull sh*t." At one point Bud just answers her and goes, "This isn't bull sh*t." Honestly, it's pure comedy.</div><br /><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify">Janet throws a wrench in the future "Bud/Janet" wedding (yeah, they got engaged the night before the intervention) when Janet says she wants her actual husband to tell her that he still loves her. Janet is apparently very busy juggling multiple relationships. She's very busy.</div><br /><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify">In the end, Janet goes to rehab! Score one for the interventionist.</div><br /><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify">2-months later Janet is doing great and, like almost all the other people on Intervention who go to rehab, she's dyed her hair blond. Oh, and Janet no longer dates Bud. Poor Bud.</div><br /><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify">Continued success, Janet!</div><br /><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify">P.S --> Other great quotes from this episode include:</div><br /><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify">"Im not going to rehab and I'm not going to freakin' nothin'"<br /><br /></div><br /><div align="justify">"I've always been a lady of leisure for 30 freakin years, man!"</div><br /><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify">"I should've known it was entrapment!"<br /></div><p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Like <a href="http://www.imbringingbloggingback.com/2009/02/03/janet-from-intervention-the-lady-of-leisure/">Janet from Intervention</a>? See what some of your other friends are doing like...</p><p><a href="http://www.imbringingbloggingback.com/2008/08/13/allison-the-chick-from-intervention-with-the-computer-cleaner-cans/">Cristy from Intervention<br />Allison from Intervention</a> (the <a href="http://www.imbringingbloggingback.com/2008/08/13/allison-the-chick-from-intervention-with-the-computer-cleaner-cans/">computer can huffer</a> )<br /><a href="http://www.imbringingbloggingback.com/2009/12/01/linda-from-intervention-the-case-of-the-runaway-intervention/">Linda from Intervention<br /></a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31726224-1712419155754467591?l=imbringingbloggingback.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IBBBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07038279029084530051noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31726224.post-11209675713231415032009-02-03T06:58:00.000-05:002009-02-03T09:00:12.877-05:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SYSgU33xJHI/AAAAAAAAKQM/wTbMbO22LUg/s1600-h/debbie-matenopoulous.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297535342150231154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 291px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SYSgU33xJHI/AAAAAAAAKQM/wTbMbO22LUg/s400/debbie-matenopoulous.JPG" border="0" /></a> ....to which the cashier at Dunkin Donuts replied, "That'll be $5.75, ma'am."<br /><br />Thanks for the pointless quote, <a href="http://www.usmagazine.com/news/debbie-matenopoulos-ill-never-marry-again">Us Weekly!</a><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div><a href="http://www.myspace.com/ImBringingBloggingBack">www.myspace.com/ImBringingBloggingBack</a></div><br /><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31726224-1120967571323141503?l=imbringingbloggingback.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IBBBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07038279029084530051noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31726224.post-48796441901195587722009-02-02T11:32:00.002-05:002009-02-02T11:41:51.489-05:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SYcgHSZIuhI/AAAAAAAAKQs/sYwXgWEaUWc/s1600-h/faith-hill.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298238796193118738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 329px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SYcgHSZIuhI/AAAAAAAAKQs/sYwXgWEaUWc/s400/faith-hill.jpg" border="0" /></a> In a surprise twist, Faith Hill was actually named Super Bowl champion. In other news...<br /><br /><a href="http://agentbedhead.com/index.php/archive/heather-mills-victoria-beckham-and-pete-doherty-moodiest-celebs/"><strong>~ Who are Britain's Moodiest Celebrities? ~ ABH</strong></a><strong><br /></strong><a href="http://www.webstersismybitch.com/2009/02/outbreak.php"><strong>~ Jack Black is Not Treated Like Jessica Simpson ~ Websters</strong></a><strong><br /></strong><a href="http://www.celebritysmackblog.com/2009/02/02/abby-elliott-does-a-mean-angelina-jolie-on-snl-video/"><strong>~ Brilliant Angelina Jolie Impression ~ CS</strong></a><strong><br /></strong><a href="http://ayyyy.com/2009/02/02/ayyyy-puzzle-corner-53/"><strong>~ Celebrity Puzzle Monday! ~ Ayyyy</strong></a><strong><br /></strong><a href="http://poponthepop.com/2009/02/02/jennifer-hudson-superbowl-national-anthem-video/"><strong>~ Jennifer Hudson Belting at the Super Bowl ~ POTP</strong></a><strong><br /></strong><a href="http://www.fatbackmedia.com/2009/01/30/amy-winehouse-got-robbed/spl72950_006/"><strong>~ Winehouse Got Robbed ~ FB</strong></a><strong><br /></strong><a href="http://popbytes.com/archive/2009/01/i_adore_lourdes_sense_of_style.shtml"><strong>~ Madonna's Daughter in IBBB Color Theme ~ PB</strong></a><strong><br /></strong><a href="http://idontwantyourlife.com/?p=24069"><strong>~ LC is Black All Over ~ IDWYL</strong></a><strong><br /></strong><a href="http://yeeeah.com/2009/01/30/ali-lohan-cleavage-pictures/"><strong>~ Name That Lohan! ~ Yeeeah</strong></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.myspace.com/ImBringingBloggingBack">www.myspace.com/ImBringingBloggingBack</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31726224-4879644190119558772?l=imbringingbloggingback.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IBBBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07038279029084530051noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31726224.post-84297378072921845382009-02-02T07:05:00.001-05:002009-02-02T07:48:01.896-05:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SYRxT9VxlMI/AAAAAAAAKO8/8JU_ly5AtuE/s1600-h/lohan-1.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297483649391891650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 295px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SYRxT9VxlMI/AAAAAAAAKO8/8JU_ly5AtuE/s400/lohan-1.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SYRxTo-vqQI/AAAAAAAAKO0/cqDDyhjpx_c/s1600-h/lohan-2.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297483643926587650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 287px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SYRxTo-vqQI/AAAAAAAAKO0/cqDDyhjpx_c/s400/lohan-2.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="justify">Lindsay Lohan put on her tightest jeans, you know, the ones that crinkle at the knees because they're so tight? You know, the kind that create "cat whiskers" at the crotch because they're so tight? Yeah, those. </div><br /><div align="justify">Anyway, Lindsay and her Dina Lohan styled hair headed out to the ESPN Super Bowl party in Tampa, Florida over the weekend. Ironically in this photo I'm pretty sure that technically the carpet does match the drapes. Literally. I imagine her carpet to actually be that red...and have stains on it...and gum stuck to it.....and lint all over it. Perhaps a few pennies and nickles are in there too. One may never know. </div><br /><div align="justify"><br /></div><div><a href="http://www.myspace.com/ImBringingBloggingBack">www.myspace.com/ImBringingBloggingBack</a></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31726224-8429737807292184538?l=imbringingbloggingback.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IBBBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07038279029084530051noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31726224.post-13009946935652355702009-02-02T07:04:00.003-05:002009-02-02T07:46:46.643-05:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SYR7H9OdA-I/AAAAAAAAKQE/eEuWfEHJABI/s1600-h/tori-spelling-new-90210.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297494438319031266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SYR7H9OdA-I/AAAAAAAAKQE/eEuWfEHJABI/s400/tori-spelling-new-90210.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SYR7H_z7uUI/AAAAAAAAKP8/sZxGg1n21fg/s1600-h/tori-spelling-2.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297494439013103938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 227px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SYR7H_z7uUI/AAAAAAAAKP8/sZxGg1n21fg/s400/tori-spelling-2.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="justify"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SYR7H9_TttI/AAAAAAAAKP0/l0Z55hlurds/s1600-h/tori-spelling-3.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297494438523942610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 254px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SYR7H9_TttI/AAAAAAAAKP0/l0Z55hlurds/s400/tori-spelling-3.JPG" border="0" /></a> No folks, you're not dreaming. These are actual photos of Donna Martin and Kelly Taylor filming scenes for upcoming episodes of 90210. Between Jamie Walters on that Confessions of a Teen Idol show and Tori Spelling back on 90210 it's like the Perfect Storm for Donna to get thrown down a flight of stairs. Honestly, I would probably give all of my 401K (which basically totals $11.41) if they would just recreate that scene.</div><br /><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">So basically Kelly and Donna are sipping coffee on the porch in this scene. Perhaps, Kelly could say to Donna, "Donna, don't you love the smell of this coffee?" To which, Donna could EASILY reply, "I've lost my sense of smell ever since that time that Ray pushed me down the stairs, remember?" And then they could show an updated scene of that episode. See how easy it is? Oh please oh please let that happen.</div><br /><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">P.S, I'm glad Tori is back to work on a legit show. I like how we live in a world where everyone is given a second chance.<br /><br /></div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SYR7HhF5caI/AAAAAAAAKPs/RnhONT9Uwd4/s1600-h/donna-martin-ray-pruit-90210.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297494430766952866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SYR7HhF5caI/AAAAAAAAKPs/RnhONT9Uwd4/s400/donna-martin-ray-pruit-90210.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://www.myspace.com/ImBringingBloggingBack">www.myspace.com/ImBringingBloggingBack</a></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31726224-1300994693565235570?l=imbringingbloggingback.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IBBBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07038279029084530051noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31726224.post-17715501924870632382009-02-02T07:04:00.002-05:002009-02-02T07:44:42.812-05:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SYRzIL9wEHI/AAAAAAAAKPc/JthOKxacnGQ/s1600-h/sober-house.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297485646182486130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 370px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 331px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SYRzIL9wEHI/AAAAAAAAKPc/JthOKxacnGQ/s400/sober-house.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SYRzII5grWI/AAAAAAAAKPU/d4ntUb4Vlqc/s1600-h/sober-house-2.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297485645359394146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 370px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 333px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SYRzII5grWI/AAAAAAAAKPU/d4ntUb4Vlqc/s400/sober-house-2.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SYRzIEJgXeI/AAAAAAAAKPM/-2jF-JzNWBU/s1600-h/sober-house-3.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297485644084305378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 298px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SYRzIEJgXeI/AAAAAAAAKPM/-2jF-JzNWBU/s400/sober-house-3.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="justify"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SYRzH0jD4lI/AAAAAAAAKPE/rgsG_NLzjiY/s1600-h/sober-house-4.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297485639896523346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 371px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 332px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SYRzH0jD4lI/AAAAAAAAKPE/rgsG_NLzjiY/s400/sober-house-4.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />So who loves Sober House as much as I do? I love it. And I don't even mean it in a typical d-bag way I usually do about things. I actually enjoy this show. If you haven't seen it, it's not train-wreck TV. It's almost like Intervention where these people legit have problems and you hope they really do get better. You have to give these people credit for not only trying to get the help that they need, but also that they're on national television showing everyone their struggle. Kudos to them.</div><br /><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">Ok, now that the "niceness paragraph" is completed, can we talk about how much these folks in rehab love chewing gum? You guys, recovering addicts love gum! They love to chew gum really dramatically too! Who's noticed this? They chew gum like they're trying to grind up rocks in their mouth. It's great. I'm fascinated by this. The two biggest offenders are Nikki McKibbin and Amber Smith. Amber's pretty hot, by the way. I mean, her hotness goes down a couple notches when she's talking all whilst dramatically chewing her Bubblicious, but I wouldn't toss her out of bed for getting Oreo crumbs on the sheets.</div><br /><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">Who saw the episode where Steven Adler was on heroin and got arrested? Insane. I was watching it hoping that no one ever filmed me whilst I was drunk because I feel like there would be times where I looked the same as Steve Adler. </div><br /><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">And what's up with Jennifer Gimenez? She's the "house mother" and recovering addict as well, but she seems like she's not mentally strong enough to deal with this. She's even crying whilst reading the group prayer. Take a breath.</div><br /><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">By the way, all the photos above are from scenes where they're dramatically chewing gum. Yes, I'm a loser.</div><br /><div align="justify"><a href="http://www.myspace.com/ImBringingBloggingBack">www.myspace.com/ImBringingBloggingBack</a></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31726224-1771550192487063238?l=imbringingbloggingback.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IBBBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07038279029084530051noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31726224.post-34290317453259768352009-02-02T07:03:00.001-05:002009-02-02T07:43:54.707-05:00<div align="justify"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SYWhd0suZJI/AAAAAAAAKQc/QKo9EO_y-CM/s1600-h/slumdog-millionaire.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297818070405768338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SYWhd0suZJI/AAAAAAAAKQc/QKo9EO_y-CM/s400/slumdog-millionaire.JPG" border="0" /></a> I know. I'm terrible. However, is it just me or is it like "enough already" with all this Slumdog Millionaire business? Now I've never seen this movie so I am, of course, simply basing this off of all the award shows and interviews I see these two on.</div><br /><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">We get it, you're surprised you got nominated. We get it, you're surprised you won. We get it, this is a big deal. But if I need to see this kid look like he's about to blow his load every time he's on stage I'm going to have to change the channel and by "change the channel" I actually mean "sit there, watch it, and bitch about it."</div><br /><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">And what's with their accents? Where are they from? Are those British accents? I'm not really cultured, clearly, so I always have a puzzled look on my face when these two open their mouths. I guess I just assume that when they're about to talk they're going to sound like tech support for my Toshiba laptop.</div><br /><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">Damn you, Slumdog Millionaire, damn you. Just when people FINALLY stopped saying, "Is that your final answer" you bring it back.</div><br /><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">Freida Pinto and Dev Patel attend the 61st Annual DGA Awards at the Hyatt in LA over the weekend. Nice job matching your bow tie with her dress. I'd like to order 2 8x10's of your prom pictures. Oh, and toss in a couple 4x6 wallets.<br /></div><a href="http://www.myspace.com/ImBringingBloggingBack">www.myspace.com/ImBringingBloggingBack</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31726224-3429031745325976835?l=imbringingbloggingback.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IBBBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07038279029084530051noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31726224.post-39794214427597751022009-02-02T07:01:00.001-05:002009-02-02T07:43:04.872-05:00<div align="justify"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SYRrhqzlQ5I/AAAAAAAAKOc/GhX4Yg5SPxw/s1600-h/stephanie-pratt.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297477287865041810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 275px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SYRrhqzlQ5I/AAAAAAAAKOc/GhX4Yg5SPxw/s400/stephanie-pratt.JPG" border="0" /></a> "Hills Monday" continues with a little Stephanie Pratt/Sandy Sanders walking up the street with some dude who's dressed the same way that my mom would dress me when I was really little and couldn't fit into normal sizes pants. She's literally cuff my pants up to my knees and I could wear said pants until I was like 15. Cost effective! Who knew that I was dressed like a douche-bag way back when!?</div><br /><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify">I'd check this dudes cuffs for Sandy Sanders meth stash and check his bag for the batteries and razors she used to (allegedly) steal from Walgreens. I also like how she's walking up the street and reading STAR magazine all at the same time. Either an anvil should fall on her head or she should be given the death penalty. I'd be fine with either choices.<br /></div><br /><br />Also, please note that "Pratt's Meth Stash" is not to be confused with "Lauren's Mustache." Two different things.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.myspace.com/ImBringingBloggingBack">www.myspace.com/ImBringingBloggingBack</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31726224-3979421442759775102?l=imbringingbloggingback.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IBBBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07038279029084530051noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31726224.post-48793206976235189032009-02-02T07:00:00.001-05:002009-02-02T07:41:59.886-05:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SYRpTOCOYxI/AAAAAAAAKOU/9CA1kQnIbzg/s1600-h/lauren-conrad-the-hills-1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297474840600404754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SYRpTOCOYxI/AAAAAAAAKOU/9CA1kQnIbzg/s400/lauren-conrad-the-hills-1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="justify"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SYRpTEDvTmI/AAAAAAAAKOM/8UaNszrMoQM/s1600-h/lauren-conrad-the-hills.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297474837922401890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 253px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SYRpTEDvTmI/AAAAAAAAKOM/8UaNszrMoQM/s400/lauren-conrad-the-hills.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />I miss The Hills. There, I said it. I miss it. Don't judge me. I can't wait for March so that my Hills life can get back on track. Anyscript, Lauren Cockring was filming scenes for the latest season of The Hills, which included "sitting on her chair with a blank computer screen at her desk" and also "sitting at her desk without taking off her pocketbook and holding a slice of cake." She's a business woman! You know that when they yelled "cut" she handed the cake back to the props department and walked off the set.</div><br /><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">As a sidenote, is LC wearing the top half of an old mans pajamas and a black tutu? No judgement, just wondering. Oh and by "no judgement" I actually mean "judgement." I'd still let her play "blow out the birthday candles" with me.<br /></div><div align="justify"><a href="http://www.myspace.com/ImBringingBloggingBack">www.myspace.com/ImBringingBloggingBack</a></div><div align="justify"> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31726224-4879320697623518903?l=imbringingbloggingback.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IBBBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07038279029084530051noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31726224.post-17667695659306804362009-02-02T06:59:00.004-05:002009-02-02T07:40:46.213-05:00<div align="justify"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SYR29pVdFMI/AAAAAAAAKPk/20A2w95j7Ow/s1600-h/jessica-simpson-mom-jeands.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297489863134483650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 361px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SYR29pVdFMI/AAAAAAAAKPk/20A2w95j7Ow/s400/jessica-simpson-mom-jeands.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />....when no one will be mention her boobs. It's just rude. I mean, sure Jessie Simps may have gained a bushel or two, but to not even mention how this has made her boobs even bigger...well...it's just not American. Get your priorities straight people. Big boobs are important too. Ugh. People.<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.myspace.com/ImBringingBloggingBack">www.myspace.com/ImBringingBloggingBack</a><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31726224-1766769565930680436?l=imbringingbloggingback.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IBBBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07038279029084530051noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31726224.post-91682496029913174532009-01-28T07:02:00.001-05:002009-12-04T20:09:33.538-05:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SX8LGK4-LuI/AAAAAAAAKNs/wKw5FFZ2xYY/s1600-h/olivia-ostrich.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295963887441424098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 251px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SX8LGK4-LuI/AAAAAAAAKNs/wKw5FFZ2xYY/s400/olivia-ostrich.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SX8LF0Ni7mI/AAAAAAAAKNk/6HKxtpaL0a0/s1600-h/catarina-the-city.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295963881353703010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 248px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SX8LF0Ni7mI/AAAAAAAAKNk/6HKxtpaL0a0/s400/catarina-the-city.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SX8LFUeh2mI/AAAAAAAAKNc/tJiBN5d4jLw/s1600-h/whitney-closet.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295963872835000930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SX8LFUeh2mI/AAAAAAAAKNc/tJiBN5d4jLw/s400/whitney-closet.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SX8LFa9EgGI/AAAAAAAAKNU/L14YNyAXOo4/s1600-h/whitney-headband-the-city.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295963874573713506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 247px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SX8LFa9EgGI/AAAAAAAAKNU/L14YNyAXOo4/s400/whitney-headband-the-city.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SX8LFRNwiKI/AAAAAAAAKNM/KDpW2qNPg90/s1600-h/art-show.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295963871959353506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 217px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SX8LFRNwiKI/AAAAAAAAKNM/KDpW2qNPg90/s400/art-show.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="justify"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SX8KtsLvG6I/AAAAAAAAKNE/WJuZa0lpUGM/s1600-h/allie-the-city.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295963466881768354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SX8KtsLvG6I/AAAAAAAAKNE/WJuZa0lpUGM/s400/allie-the-city.jpg" border="0" /></a> Hey all (or y'all) - sorry this recap is late. As you know I'm in the process of having this little site designed and was supposed to relaunch yesterday. Well that didn't happen. The site is ready, but just doesn't work....meaning I can't upload anything new to it. So, yeah, that's a problem. Oh, and my web people have no idea how to fix that so it's been a wonderful experience. I actually have no idea now when it will be ready. Good times. Well back to <a href="http://www.imbringingbloggingback.com/celebrity-gossip/the-city-recaps/">The City Recap</a>. Anyway, here's what went down on the latest crapisode of The City....cow bell.....cow bell....<br /><ul><br /><li><div align="justify">In typical "Who's the Boss" cliffhangers, we have a continuation of The City in which we will discover the confrontation between Allie and Catarina, which I will now refer to as "Operation Allie Cat." See what I did there?</div></li><br /><br /><li><div align="justify">We start off with Whitney being extremely productive at work (just like the good old days) and combing through her Google email as Olivia "catwalks" into the office wearing what I can only assume is the top half of an ostrich costume. In cases like this I can only hope that that "carpet doesn't match the drapes" because, well, those ostrich feathers are too long and too dark. She'd be like a cavewoman or even worse, someone from one of those middle eastern countries where they just hide behind beat-up cars and throw rocks at each other while the National Geographic Channel films it for a documentary. Yeah, so....</div></li><br /><li><div align="justify">Whitney is kind enough to invite my future wife, Olivia, to some crap-bag art show that her friend is having to which Olivia will need to check her busy schedule and let her know if she can make it. Please. There is no doubt in my mind that Olivia won't be there. I mean, afterall there will be a camera crew there.</div></li><br /><li><div align="justify">Whoa. Wait. Stop the press. What do we have here? Whitney starts telling Olivia about the faux-drama that's going down with her friends and Olivia basically goes bat-shit-crazy on her. She tells Whitney that it's too much information for her and that she's 23 yrs old and not in high school anymore, so she needs to stay out of the drama. Whitney looks as if she just witnessed someone shooting her puppy and skinning it alive. Perhaps that's what Olivia made her coat/vest out of. Look, Olivia does have a point though. Unfortunately if Whitney "doesn't get involved in the drama" there would be just one issue. There wouldn't really be "a show for Olivia to be on." Count your blessings, skank.</div></li><br /><li><div align="justify">Ugh. Catarina and Samantha (why do I know their names) are having lunch and talking about Adam not telling Catarina that he had a girlfriend. I'm not just saying this because I gave a "Who's the Boss" reference at the beginning of this, but I totally think that Catarina looks like Billy from Who's the Boss. Remember that kid that was in the second to last season that Tony and Angela had to take care of? Seriously, she does. And, I mean, she's having lunch with Samantha. "Samantha." As in "Micelli?" I think I may have cracked the code of The City. This damn show is loosely based off of Who's the Boss! It's all making sense to me now.</div></li><br /><li><div align="justify"><u>Whitney Speech Impediment Alert:</u> Whitney is getting ready for the art show and tells Erin "I've never really been to an art openinK before!" Ding! Ding! Ding! There's the Whit we've all come to know and love! She's back! By the way, it doesn't look like clothes hanging in Whitney's closet, it looks like furniture pattern samples.</div></li><br /><li><div align="justify">Well, it's Art Gallery night and all the freaks have come out of the woodwork. Sure I'm judging based on looks alone, but I'm not sure how else to judge people. Whitney continues her tribute to Cheri Johnson and wears a silver headband/dog collar around her forehead. I wish Whitney would get locked in a refrigerator just like Cheri did.</div></li><br /><li><div align="justify">"Operation Allie Cat" is about to go down. Strap on your scripted buckles because it's going to be a scripted bumpy scripted ride. Script. At one point Whitney and Allie are standing directly behind Catarina and Samantha. It's not like Catarina doesn't know that they're standing right behind them. I mean Whitney looks like she's dressed like a Super Hero....there's no way you don't notice that.</div></li><br /><li><div align="justify">Oh good, as Operation Allie Cat progresses Whitney is just standing there with her head completely down. Look up, Whitney! Come on, you always watch a train-wreck taking place. Always!<br /></div></li><li><div align="justify">Cat does confess to Allie that she and Adam did kiss and he never told her he had a girlfriend. Allie looks like she's having an out-of-body experience, which makes sense because she does look a little alien like....so that explains a lot. Anycrap, Allie tells Cat to look her in the eyes and tell her "female to female" that this really happened. Hmmm, eye to eye? Hmmm female to female? Sounds like someone is about to play some lesbian reindeer games! Sweeeet!</div></li><br /><li><div align="justify">Allie allows one tear to trickle down her face. She's nothing like Lauren Conrad, who lets the whole kitchen sink drain from her eyes along with about 6 pounds of makeup. I miss that sludge all over her face. Ahhhh.</div></li><br /><li><div align="justify">Somehow Catarina makes this all about her and says she doesn't feel well and then is crying. Why the hell is she crying? Oh wait. Is it because she looks like a home-wrecking-whore on national television? Or the fact that from a side-profile shot she has a little bucky-beaver teeth sticking out....and she kinda looks like Billy from "Who's the Boss?" These are all normal questions that you should be processing whilst you watch this show. It's all normal to think these things. I am not crazy at all. At all. At. All.</div></li><br /><li><div align="justify">Allie locks herself in the bathroom and Whitney and her Super Hero outfit follow her in. Adam goes in behind her to tell Allie that Cat is lying. This is one of the first 15 times that we hear Allie reference "female to female." Is this all drunk talk? I hope so.</div></li><br /><li><div align="justify">The fight continues onto the street and this time Allie changes out "female to female" to "man to man." Hold up. I'm getting confused. Allie asks Adam how he would feel if the roles were reversed and he says he would feel the same way....to which Allie starts yelling and crying "You'd feel the same way? You'd feel the same way? What do you mean you'd feel the same way?" Seriously, is someone smelling burnt toast because I think Allie is having a stroke. She then continues by saying, "So you mean you could '<em>imagine</em>' feeling the same way...is that what you're saying?" What the Christ is she talking about? This argument is turning into a grammar lesson. And I'm lost. No surprise there.<br /></div></li><li><div align="justify">I think Allie is a broken hearted girl. I say that because I believe Beyonce is singing that as Allie is getting into the cab. Personally, I would have chosen them to play "Smack My Bitch Up" but that's just me. Maybe you'd have a different song selection preference.<br /></div></li><li><div align="justify">Meanwhile, Olivia and Nevan are chatting like school girls about the night and the people that were at the art gallery. Listening to these two talk to each other is like watching the mother and daughter from the Gilmore Girls have dialogue. It's so quick back and forth...and pointless.<br /></div></li><li><div align="justify">Whitney is starting to play the creepy girlfriend. She and Ozzy Bobby are talking about whether they think Adam lied about hooking up with Catarina. Ozzy Bobby believes Adam and Whitney thinks that you are a reflection of your friends. I'm not sure if she really believes that or is just basically spewing out quotes from fortune cookies. I'm surprised she didn't end her conversation with Ozzy Bobby by saying, "Your lucky numbers are 2, 14, 24, 6,23."</div></li><br /><li><div align="justify">Finally, in conclusion, Allie and Adam smooth things over in an awkward way. More importantly we get to see Adam sporting a very shiny coat. Very shiny. Kinda like those plastic Halloween kids costumes that they sell on plastic hangers at Walgreens or CVS. I bet it came with a matching mask. I bet all of it stinks like Shrinky Dinks burning in the oven. Anyway, who cares. Fire both of them from this show. More Olivia! More Olivia! Just give Olivia her own show where she just roles her eyes the whole time. Seriously, I'd watch that. I' d watch 22 minutes of eye rolling. I basically do now.</div></li></ul><br /><p align="justify">Next week it's the return of Kelly CUNTrone! I can't wait! Me gusta Kelly big time!</p><br /><p align="justify">So what did you guys think of this episode. Not horrible, right? I'm still obsessed with the cowbell in the opening credits. Also, The City just got picked up for a second season so I'm not going anywhere. You hear that! </p>Catch up on on <a href="http://www.imbringingbloggingback.com/celebrity-gossip/the-city-recaps/">The City Recaps</a></div><div align="justify"><br /><div><a href="http://www.myspace.com/ImBringingBloggingBack">www.myspace.com/ImBringingBloggingBack</a></div></div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31726224-9168249602991317453?l=imbringingbloggingback.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IBBBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07038279029084530051noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31726224.post-85214832995701716562009-01-27T08:04:00.002-05:002009-01-27T08:06:15.646-05:00<div align="justify">The new IBBB was supposed to launch on Monday....but got mess up. Then it was supposed to launch this morning.....but got messed up. I am hoping and praying to my Jesus Claus that it gets fixed today so I can post my "City Recap" which I have done.</div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify">So thanks for the patience and check back throughout the day for an update! The Internet and websites are tricky.</div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify">-IBBB</div><br /><a href="http://www.myspace.com/ImBringingBloggingBack">www.myspace.com/ImBringingBloggingBack</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31726224-8521483299570171656?l=imbringingbloggingback.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IBBBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07038279029084530051noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31726224.post-19664604093780701032009-01-21T08:00:00.001-05:002009-01-21T08:09:09.959-05:00<div align="justify"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SXZorWlphKI/AAAAAAAAKMM/7kRgkgLIAKA/s1600-h/under-construction.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293533506027750562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 374px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 374px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SXZorWlphKI/AAAAAAAAKMM/7kRgkgLIAKA/s400/under-construction.jpg" border="0" /></a> IBBB is getting a little bit of a facelift. Who knew something like this would require time and work? I'll be back for Monday (or possibly sooner) with a site that looks a little different....hopefully. Are you on the edge of your seat? I'm not. In the meantime check out some of my other blogging buddies and see what they're crapping about....ole!<br /><br /><a href="http://agentbedhead.com/index.php/archive/denise-richards-is-an-idiot/"><strong>~ Denise Richards is Trying. Really Trying. ~ ABH</strong></a><strong><br /></strong><a href="http://www.webstersismybitch.com/2009/01/ruiners.php"><strong>~ Heidi and Steve Sanders on Bikes. Ok. ~ Websters</strong></a><strong><br /></strong><a href="http://www.celebritysmackblog.com/2009/01/20/paris-hilton-ditches-bff-for-aubrey-oday/"><strong>~ Paris + Aubrey = A Douche Sundae ~ CS</strong></a><strong><br /></strong><a href="http://ayyyy.com/2009/01/20/decision-time-actress-vs-latino-singer/"><strong>~ Celebrity American Flag-Off! ~ Ayyyy</strong></a><strong><br /></strong><a href="http://poponthepop.com/2009/01/20/so-what-shes-still-a-rockstar-shes-got-her-rock-moves-and-she-doesnt-need-you/"><strong>~ Pink's Bum Bum ~ POTP</strong></a><strong><br /></strong><a href="http://www.fatbackmedia.com/2009/01/20/britney-spears-is-richer-than-you/"><strong>~ Britney is Richer Than You and Can Write a Book ~ FB</strong></a><strong><br /></strong><a href="http://bricksandstonesgossip.com/2009/01/20/kelly-osbourne-arrested-for-assault/"><strong>~ Kelly Osbourne and the Case of the Bitch Slap ~ BS</strong></a><strong><br /></strong><a href="http://yeeeah.com/2009/01/20/julia-roberts-is-pissed/"><strong>~ Julia Roberts Goes Ape Caca ~ Yeeeah</strong></a><strong><br /></strong><br /><br /><a href="http://www.myspace.com/ImBringingBloggingBack">www.myspace.com/ImBringingBloggingBack</a> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31726224-1966460409378070103?l=imbringingbloggingback.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IBBBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07038279029084530051noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31726224.post-90745454377933395842009-01-20T08:09:00.005-05:002009-12-20T10:11:41.244-05:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SXXXcfcbcaI/AAAAAAAAKME/Ag5CvtGDnNU/s1600-h/the-city-whitneys-hat.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293373821520933282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 352px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SXXXcfcbcaI/AAAAAAAAKME/Ag5CvtGDnNU/s400/the-city-whitneys-hat.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SXXXcK5KJJI/AAAAAAAAKL8/GOl98-rTljc/s1600-h/olivia-the-city.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293373816004289682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 244px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SXXXcK5KJJI/AAAAAAAAKL8/GOl98-rTljc/s400/olivia-the-city.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SXXXcNcrzlI/AAAAAAAAKL0/MV6fQ0GIbGI/s1600-h/allie-the-city.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293373816690167378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 248px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SXXXcNcrzlI/AAAAAAAAKL0/MV6fQ0GIbGI/s400/allie-the-city.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SXXXcGx1WxI/AAAAAAAAKLs/ec99ckO8FIM/s1600-h/catarina-the-city.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293373814899825426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 257px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SXXXcGx1WxI/AAAAAAAAKLs/ec99ckO8FIM/s400/catarina-the-city.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SXXXb70mH-I/AAAAAAAAKLk/drCHWgsN61U/s1600-h/whitney-erin-hats.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293373811958620130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 391px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SXXXb70mH-I/AAAAAAAAKLk/drCHWgsN61U/s400/whitney-erin-hats.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="justify"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SXXW-N7i4PI/AAAAAAAAKLc/erq9DP9u7t8/s1600-h/olvia-palermo.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293373301423530226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 359px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SXXW-N7i4PI/AAAAAAAAKLc/erq9DP9u7t8/s400/olvia-palermo.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="justify">Today, my dear Americans, there is change in the air. No, I'm not talking about the inauguration of Obama as President. I am, of course, talking about a the addition of "Allie" into the cast of The City. Hopefully she's only making a cameo because, after watching this crapisode, I may have to stop watching if she becomes a regular. Trust me, she ain't no Heather Locklear arriving to save an ailing Melrose Place.</div><br /><br /><div>Here's what slowly went down last night on The City:<br /></div><ul><li>We get to meet Adam's girlfriend, Allie, whilst the troop is out at another restaurant/bar in NYC that is, yet again, candlelit. Stop trying to pull the wool over my loser eyes. Not every bar is lit up like that. The camera crew and producers totally have a dufflebag filled with Glade candles that they set up for each scene. I bet the whole place smells like nasty cinnamon apple pies. Anycrap, Allie is a model. I think. She looks like the low budget version of Mila Kunis. Oh, and she looks sleepy...like her eyes are about to shut at any moment. Kinda like mine are about to shut from watching this.</li><br /><li>Olivia and her d-bag cousin, Nevan, are visiting an art gallery and talking about him being a tool-bag-low-life-booze-hound-rent-paid-by-his-parents-fast-talking-loser. At least I think they're talking about that. I'm basically just watching Olivia and tuning out of the conversation. From what I can gather, Nevan's family has stopped paying his rent because he's not working and Olivia seems to think he'll get his rent paid for again if he gets a job. I tell ya, if this dude suddenly sprouted Santa pubes on his face I'd be convinced he was Spencer.</li><br /><li>It's boy's night out and Ozzy Bobby, Adam, and other randoms head out to a club in Chelsea to drink their faces off and talk to Whitney's "friends" that happen to be there. I'm confused. There are too many people in this show. Whatever happened to the good old days on The Hills when it was just like 5 people on the show and they only talked to each other? </li><br /><li>Whitney's "friends" go over to talk to Ozzy Bobby and d-bag Adam. That one chick, Catarina, looks like she's in heat and yells out to Adam, "Let's have fun!" That's code word for.....actually that's not code word. She's ready to ride. P.S that "club" looks like an epileptic nightmare.</li><br /><li>Holy hell! Are Whitney and Erin wearing a costume to breakfast the next morning? Maybe they think they're in a play. Erin has on Audrina's old blue beret hat from last season and white sunglasses that went out of style about 2 years ago. However, my favorite is the thing around Whitney's head. It looks like a gray knitted garter belt that Carnie Wilson used to wear around her leg. Perhaps Whitney bought it at a Carnie Wilson yardsale? We learn that Catarina, the pig in heat, made out with d-bag Adam. Boring. Plus, who cares.</li><br /><li>Like a game of horrific "telephone" that you used to play in the 2nd grade....Sam tells Whitney that Catarina made-out with Adam. Whitney tells Ozzy Bobby this information whilst sitting on a bench in the park. Ozzy Bobby tells Adam this as he sips on red wine (manly). I'm surprised by the time Ozzy Bobby told Adam he didn't end up with, "Whitney told me that you f'd a cat in the club last night. Meow."</li><br /><li>What does Adam do for work? He picks up Sleepy-Time-Allie from JFK in a Range Rover. And, someone emailed me telling me that he owns a bar? And he also models? Wait. Am I jealous of Adam? Wait a second. I think I am. Maybe that's why I call him a d-bag? Nah, he does seem douchey, but I totally want his car. Perhaps he'll give me free drinks at the bar he owns? Doubtful.</li><br /><li>Anyway, Adam tells Sleepy-Time-Allie about the "rumor" of him making out with some chick whilst she was out of town "modeling." She wonders what type of girl would make up something like that. I wonder how Sleepy-Time-Allie is a paid model. Also, I don't know what to think about the rumor. On one hand that chick, Catarina, did look like she was in heat. On the other hand....I actually don't care.</li><br /><li>Back to my love, my life, Olvia. Apparently Nevan will be crashing with her. Who cares. Olivia sets some ground rules for Nevan which includes, "No chicks ever wearing Olivia's clothes" and "No chicks in the apartment." Seriously, what girl is going over to Olivia's apartment and putting on her clothes? Maybe they should install a webcam so we can see that?</li><br /><li>Finally, this crap is almost over. Whitney, Sam, The Bangs Monster, and Sleepy-Time-Allie head out to a 14 second brunch to confront Sleepy-Time about "the party" the night before when Adam allegedly kissed Catarina-in-Heat. This is the worst. All of it. Who cares?</li><br /><li>Sleepy-Time calls up Adam, who walks over to the restaurant with a golf-umbrella, to "talk" about the 8 in the morning party. Sleepy-Time starts to cry and I'm wondering if she can drowned from this. What is the tears back up into her sleepy eyes? Adam wants to give Sleepy-Time the world so she doesn't cry. What does that even mean? Is the world for sale? Is it? How much? If the world is for sale, where are the receipts?</li><br /><li>The end.<br /></li></ul><p>Yowza folks, this was a rough one. I think I learned, however, that this series is basically about bangs and strange hats. They could technically change the name of the show from The City to "Bangs and Hats." Next week on Bangs and Hats....</p><p>If you like this recap, maybe you'll like my <a href="http://www.imbringingbloggingback.com/celebrity-gossip/the-hills-recap/">The Hills Recap</a> or all things <a href="http://www.imbringingbloggingback.com/celebrity-gossip/kelly-cutrone/">Kelly Cutrone</a> like her new show <a href="http://www.imbringingbloggingback.com/celebrity-gossip/kell-on-earth/">Kell on Earth</a>. Or for ever more brain rot check out all things <a href="http://www.imbringingbloggingback.com/celebrity-gossip/snooki-from-jersey-shore/">Snooki</a> from Jersey Shore and the rest of the d-bag gang with my <a href="http://www.imbringingbloggingback.com/celebrity-gossip/mtv-jersey-shore/">Jersey Shore Recap</a>. From <a href="http://www.imbringingbloggingback.com/2009/12/07/who-punches-snooki-in-the-face-on-jersey-shore-you-ask/">Snooki punched </a>to <a href="http://www.imbringingbloggingback.com/celebrity-gossip/harriet-carter/">Harriet Carter</a> product reviews and all other things <a href="http://www.imbringingbloggingback.com/">celebrity gossip</a> related, IBBB is your one stop shop to rot your brain. You're welcome!</p><div><a href="http://www.myspace.com/ImBringingBloggingBack">www.myspace.com/ImBringingBloggingBack</a></div></div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31726224-9074545437793339584?l=imbringingbloggingback.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IBBBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07038279029084530051noreply@blogger.com36tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31726224.post-83937303393323605652009-01-16T08:28:00.004-05:002009-01-16T08:40:18.758-05:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SXCLkpXrZ7I/AAAAAAAAKK8/Z24DryMof-A/s1600-h/audrina-1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291883023857051570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 252px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SXCLkpXrZ7I/AAAAAAAAKK8/Z24DryMof-A/s400/audrina-1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="justify"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SXCLkYqTtJI/AAAAAAAAKK0/XGjNrR1JFEU/s1600-h/audrina-2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291883019371787410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 253px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SXCLkYqTtJI/AAAAAAAAKK0/XGjNrR1JFEU/s400/audrina-2.jpg" border="0" /></a> Your favorite teef transporter, Audrina from The Hills, was filming scenes for season 5 of The Hills at Beso restaurant in LA the other night. While she is all smiles (and I mean that literally) it appears that Audrina's penis is being restrained. There. I said it. I don't care. It's Friday. I'm tired. It looks like Audrina has a penis. She has a dinky. Look at Audrina's dinky. Look at her peepee. I just think we never noticed it before because we're always hypnotized by those damn teef and then, months later, we began to be hypnotized by her store-bought rack. Never did we notice her penis. Well, it's there. </div><br /><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify">P.S. For all those emailing me asking me, "When does season 5 of The Hills start?" How do I know?? Just kidding. March 2009.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://www.myspace.com/ImBringingBloggingBack">www.myspace.com/ImBringingBloggingBack</a></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31726224-8393730339332360565?l=imbringingbloggingback.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IBBBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07038279029084530051noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31726224.post-81115508929857483692009-01-16T07:00:00.001-05:002009-01-16T08:39:53.003-05:00<div align="justify"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SW_Rn_R2EhI/AAAAAAAAKKk/vUVrkFCQw6c/s1600-h/getting-to-know-you.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291678572115005970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 263px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SW_Rn_R2EhI/AAAAAAAAKKk/vUVrkFCQw6c/s400/getting-to-know-you.jpg" border="0" /></a> Time for another installment of <a href="http://imbringingbloggingback.blogspot.com/search/label/getting%20to%20know%20YOU">Getting to Know YOU!</a> Here we take a look at what words people are typing into Google and somehow landing on ImBringingBloggingBack. Brilliant. As always, I list out my favorites of the past week and add my own thoughts after. Enjoy it, but not too much.</div><br /><div align="justify"></div><br /><ul><br /><li><div align="justify">kicked in the vag (Nicki Blonsky's mother. Ding Ding Ding!)</div></li><br /><li><div align="justify">olivia palermo sucks (I wish)</div></li><br /><li><div align="justify">"bigger the ass" (Small the chest)</div></li><br /><li><div align="justify">a pig called Harriet (Carter!)</div></li><br /><li><div align="justify">are girls impressionable (Diddler alert! Diddler alert!)</div></li><br /><li><div align="justify">aretha franklin diarrhea (ch ch change....change your drawers)</div></li><br /><li><div align="justify">celebrity blonde accidental nudity show crotch green dress (is it bad that I know that this person is searching for Lindsay Lohan when she was on that boat?)</div></li><br /><li><div align="justify">Christmas church jokes (you've, clearly, come to the right place for that)</div></li><br /><li><div align="justify">drunk girl fack up ass (yeah, fack her)</div></li><br /><li><div align="justify">has anyone ever died from intervention on a&amp;e (yes, just me inside)</div></li><br /><li><div align="justify">heidi you're a whore with a bad spanish accent (si senor. more tequila jose!)</div></li><br /><li><div align="justify">how to get the white trash pregnant look (that's it, aim high)</div></li><br /><li><div align="justify">inflatable horse dong (hahahaha I swear to God)</div></li><br /><li><div align="justify">is Christmas on the 5th? (Yes, next year it is)</div></li><br /><li><div align="justify">list mase orphanages with a baby girl named suri (run, Suri....run!!)</div></li><br /><li><div align="justify">queen latifah person telephone number (yeah, because that's online)</div></li><br /><li><div align="justify">she's so pretty and witty intervention (she's my Kristy!)<br /><br /></div></li></ul><div align="justify"><a href="http://www.myspace.com/ImBringingBloggingBack">www.myspace.com/ImBringingBloggingBack</a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31726224-8111550892985748369?l=imbringingbloggingback.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IBBBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07038279029084530051noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31726224.post-80450230891988686442009-01-16T06:59:00.001-05:002009-01-16T08:38:59.006-05:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SW_ivCQZfII/AAAAAAAAKKs/XbmhGsfspMA/s1600-h/lisa-loveless.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291697384871001218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SW_ivCQZfII/AAAAAAAAKKs/XbmhGsfspMA/s400/lisa-loveless.jpg" border="0" /></a> Happy Friday. Let's take a look into what IBBB was blogging about this time last year....<br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div align="justify">Nooooooooooo! God why?!?! Why do you always take the good ones from us? She had so much more to give. She had so much more to live for. She had so many more cliche one liners to give. She still had so much sass left in her. Why God, why?</div><br /><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify">As you all know by now and many many many many of you had sent me emails informing me that Lauren Conrad and Whitney Port (bonus points for use of their real last names) will no longer be working for Teen Vogue. While on the surface that doesn't seem so bad when you think about who will suffer the most, your mind should immediately think of Lisa Loveless. Oh my dear Lisa. Oh my dear dear Lisa. Tsk tsk tsk. What a world, huh? While "The Hills" will be continuing on for another season we are very likely to not see Lisa Loveless ever ever ever again. It seems so final, doesn't it? If you are a reader of IBBB, you know my unhealthy obsession with Lisa Loveless. Damn you Teen Vogue. Damn you!</div><br /><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify"><br />I will miss Lisa Loveless with all my blackened heart. Hell, even my vodka soaked liver will miss her. Lisa brought me, as I'm sure many of you, 100% unconditional happiness in every scene that she was in. She made Lauren appear to be retarded, she gave Whitney self confidence, and she gave hope to a generation of reality show loser viewers (like myself).</div><br /><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify"><br />I believe I'm still in shock right now. I've read that this is a normal phase in the grieving process. I will soon be in denial, followed by anger, sadness, and acceptance. Although I will never fully accept that Lisa Loveless is gone. Never. I will write a letter to MTV and demand she is given her own show. Ok, I won't actually write this, but I will think of the letter in my head and will one day say, "Wow, I should have actually written and sent it." Oh Lisa. My little little Lisa. I will always keep you in my heart, always. I will remember you. Will you remember me? Don't let your life pass you by. Weep not for the memories.</div><br /><div align="justify"><br />Lisa Loveless<br />(2006 - 2007)<br />"You'll Always Be Known As the Girl Who Never Went to Paris"<br /></div><br /><a href="http://www.myspace.com/ImBringingBloggingBack">www.myspace.com/ImBringingBloggingBack</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31726224-8045023089198868644?l=imbringingbloggingback.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IBBBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07038279029084530051noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31726224.post-42662956528818197742009-01-15T08:08:00.003-05:002009-01-15T08:23:54.021-05:00<div align="justify"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SW81c7G8MGI/AAAAAAAAKKc/LrAkWVMbDTk/s1600-h/vern.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291506858203033698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 375px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SW81c7G8MGI/AAAAAAAAKKc/LrAkWVMbDTk/s400/vern.jpg" border="0" /></a> Verne Troyer sports an infants bear costume and rides around on his Lark for the celebrity version of Big Brother UK. Luckily he hasn't compromised his self-worth, yet, just for a little TV time. My hero. In other news...<br /><br /><a href="http://www.webstersismybitch.com/2009/01/bowling-balls.php"><strong>~ Brooke Hogan's New Rack ~ Websters</strong></a><strong><br /></strong><a href="http://agentbedhead.com/index.php/archive/rock-and-roll-hall-of-fame-gains-a-bit-of-street-cred/"><strong>~ Who's Making It Into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame? ~ ABH</strong></a><strong><br /></strong><a href="http://www.celebritysmackblog.com/2009/01/15/well-hello-happy-toad/"><strong>~ Boy George is Frumpified ~ CS</strong></a><strong><br /></strong><a href="http://ayyyy.com/2009/01/14/decision-time-toni-collette-v-molly-sims/"><strong>~ Celebrity Pants-Suit-Off ~ Ayyyy</strong></a><strong><br /></strong><a href="http://poponthepop.com/2009/01/14/just-pics-katie-holmes-miu-miu-ad/"><strong>~ Katie Holmes is Now a Model ~ POTP</strong></a><strong><br /></strong><a href="http://www.fatbackmedia.com/2009/01/14/britney-spears-got-a-new-crib/"><strong>~ Britney's New House, Y'all! ~ FB</strong></a><strong><br /></strong><a href="http://idontwantyourlife.com/?p=23441"><strong>~ Ali Lohan is Still Around ~ IDWYL</strong></a><strong><br /></strong><a href="http://www.drunkenstepfather.com/index.php/2009/01/14/nicolette-sheridans-ass-in-boyshorts-of-the-day/"><strong>~ Nicolette Sheridan in Underoos ~ DSF</strong></a><strong><br /></strong><a href="http://bricksandstonesgossip.com/2009/01/15/britney-to-star-in-sex-and-the-city-sequel/"><strong>~ Britney in Sex and the City? ~ BS</strong></a><strong><br /></strong><br /><a href="http://www.myspace.com/ImBringingBloggingBack">www.myspace.com/ImBringingBloggingBack</a><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31726224-4266295652881819774?l=imbringingbloggingback.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IBBBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07038279029084530051noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31726224.post-54495782563563971622009-01-15T07:01:00.001-05:002009-01-15T08:25:42.269-05:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SW6MyQb1AfI/AAAAAAAAKKU/oz1Xn-pfzsM/s1600-h/michael-jackson.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291321407239946738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 248px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SW6MyQb1AfI/AAAAAAAAKKU/oz1Xn-pfzsM/s400/michael-jackson.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="justify"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SW6MyHhKA2I/AAAAAAAAKKM/BwQU4hi190o/s1600-h/michael-jackson-2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291321404846375778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 236px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SW6MyHhKA2I/AAAAAAAAKKM/BwQU4hi190o/s400/michael-jackson-2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Looks like someone has been upping their diddling game! I think this is a brilliant move. It's nearly impossible to identify your diddler in a police lineup when you walk the streets wearing a face mask, all black clothes, and a black Freddie Kruger hat. I mean, your diddler could be anybody, really.</div><br /><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify">Michael Jackson was heading out of a Beverly Hills (90210) medical center yesterday when the paparazzi and those random fans who still faint when they see him (and wear one glove) snapped up some pictures of the King of the Past.</div><br /><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify">Is it just me or is it really amazing that Michael Jackson is still alive? No really. Think about it. You're kind of amazed too, right? Eh, good for him I guess. Shammmmore!<br /></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><br /><br /></div><br /><div><a href="http://www.myspace.com/ImBringingBloggingBack">www.myspace.com/ImBringingBloggingBack</a></div><br /><div><br /><br /></div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31726224-5449578256356397162?l=imbringingbloggingback.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IBBBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07038279029084530051noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31726224.post-89542089764470069802009-01-15T07:00:00.002-05:002009-01-15T08:25:24.131-05:00<div align="justify"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SW6GDx84-4I/AAAAAAAAKJ8/8nGpFTr6YzQ/s1600-h/deshawn-snow.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291314011713371010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 381px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SW6GDx84-4I/AAAAAAAAKJ8/8nGpFTr6YzQ/s400/deshawn-snow.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div align="justify">Seriously, I think I hit "tilt" on my Photoshopping skills. Anyfoundation, Deshawn Snow of Real Housewives of Atlanta "fame" will not be appearing in the next season of the show. Apparently, the producers don't think that Deshawn is as trashtastic as the rest of the cast. That was the nice way to say it. I think unless Deshawn sported a Barbie "landing strip" wig and wrote a follow up to Kim's "Tightrope" song there really wasn't much more that she could do for the show.<br /><br />According to <a href="http://www.essence.com/news_entertainment/entertainment/articles/deshawn_snow_off_show">Essence Magazine</a> (which was always on display in the Huxtable residents), Deshawn was just given the crappy news by producers just the other day even though they already talked to her about Season 2 in late December. Check out an expert below:<br /><br />ESSENCE.COM: What reason did they give for not inviting you back for the second season?SNOW: [One of the producers] called and said that I was "too human for a circus show" and that because the show did so well, they are about to pump up the drama and they didn't think that I would fit in. He gave me an example, saying that during the reunion when I found out what a few of the other ladies said about me, they were expecting me to say more, but I'm not the type to go "television" and start acting crazy because somebody's talking about me. I'm fine with the decision. It wasn't my decision. They let me go and there are no hard feelings. I am thankful for the opportunity.<br /><br />Looks like Deshawn will have a little extra time to throw her brilliant charity events and hire her house manager.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.myspace.com/ImBringingBloggingBack">www.myspace.com/ImBringingBloggingBack</a> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31726224-8954208976447006980?l=imbringingbloggingback.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IBBBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07038279029084530051noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31726224.post-9195816922668800622009-01-15T06:59:00.001-05:002009-01-15T08:24:48.798-05:00<div align="justify"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SW6JRUqS5BI/AAAAAAAAKKE/QmxRD6R3IwM/s1600-h/karate-kid-remake.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291317542903800850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 248px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SW6JRUqS5BI/AAAAAAAAKKE/QmxRD6R3IwM/s400/karate-kid-remake.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Sometimes at times like these it's hard to believe in God. "These times" that I am talking about, of course, are the ones surrounding a possible remake of The Karate Kid. Let me repeat that. A remake of The Karate Kid. Oh, and it gets worse. Guess who may be playing Daniel? Will Smith's son, Jaden Smith. Oh, and it gets worse. Guess who's being tapped to play Mr. Miagi? Jackie Chan. Let me repeat that. Jackie Chan. Guess who's probably going to toss themselves out their 30th floor window? IBBB. That's who.</div><br /><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify">Next to The Hills, Bindi Irwin (that little bitch), Jodie Sweetin, and Olivia Palermo my favorite thing in life has always been The Karate Kid Part I. I know almost all the words. When my parents bought their first VCR when they first came out, it was the first movie off of HBO (when HBO was free) that my sister and I taped. We watched that tape over and over again. Fast forward 250 yrs and I am still quoting this movie. Most of my friends hate me because out of nowhere I'll be like, "Oh my God what happened to your eye" and as they look all nervous because they think there is something wrong with their eye, I yell out, "And don't tell me it was another bike accident!" Bonus points if you remember that scene.</div><br /><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify">Anyalliwithani, if they remake this movie and ruin it for me I will be devastated. Just leave it alone. Hasn't Jaden Smith ruined enough things in my life already?</div><br /><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify">If they do remake this, I request that either Mrs. Teasley plays Daniel's mother....or Jill Zarin from Real Housewives of New York. Ugh.</div><br /><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify">Put him in a body bag, Johnny, yeaaah!</div><br /><div align="justify">He's a creampuff Johnny!</div><br /><div align="justify">Sweep the leg!</div><br /><div align="justify"></div><br /><a href="http://www.myspace.com/ImBringingBloggingBack">www.myspace.com/ImBringingBloggingBack</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31726224-919581692266880062?l=imbringingbloggingback.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IBBBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07038279029084530051noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31726224.post-7134356692184804582009-01-14T08:25:00.006-05:002009-12-04T20:12:01.701-05:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SW3oEK5-j6I/AAAAAAAAKJ0/R0lAtq-ltYU/s1600-h/gretchen-real-housewives-1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291140295574851490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SW3oEK5-j6I/AAAAAAAAKJ0/R0lAtq-ltYU/s400/gretchen-real-housewives-1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SW3oEM5FO0I/AAAAAAAAKJs/8jYR0aB5Lhs/s1600-h/gretchen-real-housewives.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291140296107965250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SW3oEM5FO0I/AAAAAAAAKJs/8jYR0aB5Lhs/s400/gretchen-real-housewives.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="justify"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SW3oD7nviGI/AAAAAAAAKJk/Uw8zdrvqHmw/s1600-h/gretchen-3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291140291471837282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 347px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SW3oD7nviGI/AAAAAAAAKJk/Uw8zdrvqHmw/s400/gretchen-3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291140292117873138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 340px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 243px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SW3oD-BxQfI/AAAAAAAAKJc/79RQEMpDi34/s400/gretchen-4.jpg" border="0" />Like many of you, IBBB reader and friend - Debil Dog, has asked me numerous times to watch The Real Housewives of Orange County. She was adiment about me watching last nights episode so I Tivo'd Nip/Tuck and tuned in for the drunken debacle that was RHoOC. </div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">First off, watching Tamra go to etiquette class is like watching Britney Spears trying hard not to say "y'all." She'll never quite get there. After completing her class, Tamra decided to throw a fancy dinner with some random chef for the whole cast. This consisted of food and a ton of alcohol. Sadly, I was without alcohol so I could barely make it through this crapisode. That was until Gretchen started to get shit-tanked. </div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">Look, Gretchen is hot. I know it. You know it. Everyone knows it. I just wish she looked more like she was 30 and not so much like 40 and like one of "Barker's Babes" from "The Prices is Right." Let's take a journy out of the 90's and head on in to 2009. </div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">With all that said, Gretchen totally made this episode. She got drunk. And when I say "drunk" I really mean "one tequila shot away from getting her stomach pumped." I love when reality show people get real drunk and not faux-drunk. Gretchen was slurring her words, grabbing her boobs, lifting up her dress, and flirting with Tamra's creeptastic son, Ryan, who looks like he's ready to become a professional diddler. My favorite part, of course, was when Gretchen started to yell out "Tamraaaaaaaaaaa TamRaaaaaaaaa." Pure brilliance. You know the part. </div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">I was a little disappointed at how extra d-baggy Tamra and Vicki were for making sure Gretchen hit the "4th sheet to the wind." She was fun at 3-sheets, but got a little sloppy at 4-sheets. I figured it was just because Tamra is white-trash, so getting other people hammered is like an Olympic event for her and Vicki is dead inside, so this helped bring her back to life. </div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">The episode ended with Gretchen (who's engaged to some dude who is in the hospital with cancer) leaving the main party and heading into the bathroom with Tamra's son. At first you can hear Gretchen telling Ryan that he can't kiss her or hug her because she's "with a great guy" already, but then she says that "he's really turning her on." Then they cut to ....."to be continued." Damn it all to hell, now I'm going to need to watch next week. Either way, Gretchen's hot. Sometimes hotness makes you cheat on people. Sometimes those people are dying in the hospital. Sometimes that happens. And "Ryan" is going to look like even more of a tool if this did happen because he tried to hook up with a drunk chick (which is normally fine) whose fiance is dying in the hospital. Way to go, dude. </div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">Oh, by the way Lynne and her husband were there, but no one seemed to care. </div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">What did you craptastic readers think of this crapisode? Do you think Gretchen went down for a little sucky sucky or do you think it's just crafty editing? </div><div align="justify"><br />Get caught up on all things <a href="http://www.imbringingbloggingback.com/celebrity-gossip/real-housewives-of-orange-county/">Real Housewives of Orange County</a> over at the new IBBB!</div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31726224-713435669218480458?l=imbringingbloggingback.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IBBBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07038279029084530051noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31726224.post-88541958645155773282009-01-14T07:05:00.001-05:002009-01-14T08:44:37.709-05:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SW1HzAvlb-I/AAAAAAAAJ4I/RYo4L1oTlow/s1600-h/tyra-bankls-2009.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290964078928687074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 334px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SW1HzAvlb-I/AAAAAAAAJ4I/RYo4L1oTlow/s400/tyra-bankls-2009.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SW1Hy3yfGLI/AAAAAAAAJ4A/FoVaQiCrQ-8/s1600-h/antm-1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290964076524935346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 279px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SW1Hy3yfGLI/AAAAAAAAJ4A/FoVaQiCrQ-8/s400/antm-1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div align="justify"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SW1Hywkl2RI/AAAAAAAAJ34/clHxfzsBpzw/s1600-h/antm-2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290964074587609362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SW1Hywkl2RI/AAAAAAAAJ34/clHxfzsBpzw/s400/antm-2.jpg" border="0" /></a>Oh where to begin? Where. To. Begin. After I came across (not literally) the picture of Jaslene, I ended up digging up some pictures of Tyra and her gang of lunatics at the Oxygen Media Launch Party for "America's Next Top Model: Obsessed." Yeah. Doesn't that already exist? Isn't it already called "All Day Saturday's and Sunday's on MTV and Vh1?" I'm pretty sure they're more obsessed with ANTM than any other channel possible. But I digest.</div><br /><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify"><strong>Tyra</strong> brought out her fiercest pose and not only smiled with her eyes, but smiled with her boobs as well...which I believe is first. Next up, <strong>Whitney</strong> (the plus-sized Anna Nicole Smith lookalike) posed on the red carpet in a way that made me feel like she was about to "release #2" right there on the spot. I would have paid top dollar to hear her say, "You want some monnnney? You want a Viperrrrrr?" Oh well. Finally we have <strong>Ms. J</strong> who, of course, is inexplicably wearing Mikey Mouse ears to go along with his suit and tie. Thankfully, he reminded us of exactly what Tyra's vaginastein looks like. Just when you think you forget....you remember.<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.myspace.com/ImBringingBloggingBack">www.myspace.com/ImBringingBloggingBack</a></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31726224-8854195864515577328?l=imbringingbloggingback.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IBBBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07038279029084530051noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31726224.post-57574740383256977792009-01-14T07:00:00.003-05:002009-01-14T08:44:21.207-05:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SW3hfog53SI/AAAAAAAAKI8/Y-ItAlFLRGI/s1600-h/amy-winehouse.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291133070797823266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SW3hfog53SI/AAAAAAAAKI8/Y-ItAlFLRGI/s400/amy-winehouse.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="justify"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SW3hfVTxxhI/AAAAAAAAKI0/P5m6rVT_Dvc/s1600-h/amy-1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291133065642493458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 253px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SW3hfVTxxhI/AAAAAAAAKI0/P5m6rVT_Dvc/s400/amy-1.jpg" border="0" /></a> Winehouse is a like a bird, she'll only fly away. She don't know where her syringe is, she don't know where her crack home is.</div><br /><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify">Amy Roberta (just made that up) Winehouse has been enjoying the art of gymnastics, including the trapeze whilst on vacation in St. Lucia. It's great to see Amy perfecting the "skin the cat" and "spread eagle" all while her perm is free to blow in the wind and keeping a toothless smile on her rickety face.</div><br /><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify">I'm only hoping these photos will lead the networks bringing back "Circus of the Stars." I think it will be important to see Joyce DeWitt riding a unicycle on the tightrope 50 feet in the air.<br /><br /></div><br /><div><a href="http://www.myspace.com/ImBringingBloggingBack">www.myspace.com/ImBringingBloggingBack</a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31726224-5757474038325697779?l=imbringingbloggingback.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IBBBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07038279029084530051noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31726224.post-29509598257573919562009-01-14T07:00:00.002-05:002009-01-14T08:44:02.754-05:00<div align="justify">Happy Harriet Carter Wednesday! Who's ready to get sexy? I said, who's ready to get sexy! Well thanks to Harriet Carter now you can scrub the ugly off your face, pack your ponytails for your next big trip, and protect your 1982 wardrobe's shoulder pads. This week Harriet wants to get you pretty and keep you pretty. Let's go!<br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="justify"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290950153769524018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SW07Ide7GzI/AAAAAAAAJ3o/yYIg9xDZZi8/s400/harriet-carter-beauty.jpg" border="0" />Product #1 - Hey there ugly ladies on a budget! Don't have hundreds of dollars for a microdermabrasion? Do you have $19.95 in your pocket? No? Well can you do about 10 $2 dollar "sucky sucky's" on the corner of Broadway and 42nd Street? Well if you answered "yes" or even "what the hell are you talking about" to any of these questions, boy does Harriet Carter have the product for you. Now, in the privacy of your own home, you can give yourself your very own microdermabrasion! I know what you're thinking, "But IBBB, I can't even cut my sandwich evenly, how could I ever scrub all the ugly off my face evenly?" Great question, trash. It's really trial and error, so just work one side of your face with this scrubber until you barely look like your old, ugly, beat down, taken one to many "shots" to the face, self and then try to mimic it on the other side. Once the blood starts the "trickling" process, you've scrubbed enough away and are ready for your "big date" at Friendly's. Now, these are tough economic times, so if you can't afford big prices like $19.95, you can actually make this at home with some simple every day items just sitting around your house. First, you'll need an electric sander. That's an electric sander. Next, you'll need to smash some coffee mugs onto your kitchen floor. Oh, and you'll need a hot glue gun. Next, glue the broken glass bits onto your electric sander. Finally, rub butter (or margarine) all over your face and work the sander across your face in a "swatting at flies" type motion. Once the swelling goes down, you'll look years younger. You're welcome.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290950150227308418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 390px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SW07IQSZL4I/AAAAAAAAJ3g/xA7PmiLAXwk/s400/harriet-carter-hair.jpg" border="0" />Product #2 - Now that your all "sexied up" thanks to Product # 1, you're ready for that big trip to the Bahamas. Ohhh la la, so exotic. Nothing is more boring than being on a trip with the same ponytail all week long. How does that saying go again? Oh yeah. "Guys don't make passes at girls that wear the same ponytail every day." It rhymes. Well now you don't have to blend in with the local island whores because now you can pack all 6 of your different color ponytails because, you know, that makes sense. Some are dark blond, some are light blond, and I believe that one is actually just a brown bun. And nothing looks less creepy than carrying one of these bags through security at the airport that looks like you have children's heads locked inside. You'll be squealing with delight when you're getting a cavity search by Bertha thanks to these pieces of rotted hair. Seriously, enough with these things. And why is it that it's always some Asian chick in the middle of the mall trying to glue these things onto your head as you walk by. I'm a dude and they even try to get me to buy them. They're always like, "Excuse me, can I ask you a question?" I always reply with the simplistic answer, "I have airborne HIV." Sure, it's not overly funny, but once I walk out of Pretzel Time and back by their wooden cart, they're certainly not asking to talk to me again.<br /><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290950149735125010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 308px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SW07IOdDEBI/AAAAAAAAJ3Y/IbNMKvexios/s400/harriet-carter-plastic.jpg" border="0" />Product # 3 - How many times have you wished and prayed that there was something out there that would protect just the top half of your out-of-date clothes? I know most of my prayers to baby Jesus and Santa Christ start with this request. Well clearly my prayers have been answered because finally someone has thought up the brilliant invention of "cheap plastic over cheap clothes." I bet nothing is flammable about any of this. Look at the shit-bag clothes hanging...in the sky? I don't even think it zippers. Stupid. Even the moths, who LOVE eating your clothes, aren't desperate enough to try to get through your "Fort Knox" protective clothing system you've got going on over there. Honestly, if the homeless were offered any of that crap you've got hanging there, they'd probably say, "No thanks, it's not that cold out. I'm cool." Now I may not be one of those scientists that the Research and Development team at Harriet Carter have, but I'm pretty sure you can achieve the same protection by tossing an old moldy shower curtain over your clothes. There, I just saved you $4.99. Put that money towards newer ponytails.</div><br /><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify"><br /><br /><a href="http://www.myspace.com/ImBringingBloggingBack">www.myspace.com/ImBringingBloggingBack</a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31726224-2950959825757391956?l=imbringingbloggingback.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IBBBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07038279029084530051noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31726224.post-32749491795693171432009-01-14T06:59:00.005-05:002009-01-14T08:43:43.153-05:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SW3j-i5AsVI/AAAAAAAAKJU/-v8_4mEasFA/s1600-h/debbie-harry-new-face.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291135800887521618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 292px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SW3j-i5AsVI/AAAAAAAAKJU/-v8_4mEasFA/s400/debbie-harry-new-face.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SW3j4oeC_GI/AAAAAAAAKJM/gVFTcYyZhAA/s1600-h/debbie-harry-face.jpg"></a><br /><br /><br /><div align="justify"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SW3j4ld-QzI/AAAAAAAAKJE/a94EmcKfxvs/s1600-h/debbie-harry-face.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291135698500207410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SW3j4ld-QzI/AAAAAAAAKJE/a94EmcKfxvs/s400/debbie-harry-face.jpg" border="0" /></a> So I heard some loud mouth on the subway yesterday talking to the person next to her (whose eyes were closed) about Debbie Harry supposedly having some type of face lift or face work of some sort. I thought she was talking about her friend at first until I realized that not only were they talking about the singer, Debbie Harry, but also that I was a loser for listening to their conversation.</div><br /><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify">Anylift, I did a little research and discovered these photos of Debbie Harry at "The Stephen Sprouse Book" launch party at the Atelier in New York City last night. I'm not sure if she got a face lift or just lost some weight.....one may never know. All I know is that every time I hear the song "Heart of Glass" I want an anvil to drop on my head.<br /><br /></div><div><a href="http://www.myspace.com/ImBringingBloggingBack">www.myspace.com/ImBringingBloggingBack</a></div><br /><div> </div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31726224-3274949179569317143?l=imbringingbloggingback.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IBBBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07038279029084530051noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31726224.post-36148845193608456072009-01-14T06:59:00.004-05:002009-01-14T08:43:16.605-05:00<div align="justify"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SW1Eyf2TCnI/AAAAAAAAJ3w/TrV_3dPfAS8/s1600-h/jaslene.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290960771563588210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 324px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SW1Eyf2TCnI/AAAAAAAAJ3w/TrV_3dPfAS8/s400/jaslene.jpg" border="0" /></a> Deez is my life as a Cov-uh-gurl. Jaslene, the winner of America's Next Top Model Season Crap, was spotted with her collar bone and wacky toof at the premiere of America's Next Top Model: Obsessed party in New York City the other day. </div><br /><div align="justify">I'm surprised that Jaslene didn't end up being even bigger than she is right now. I mean, if William Hung could make an entire career out of "She Bangs" why can't Jaslene bring herself to a whole new level thanks to her image as a self-described "Cha Cha Diva." Clearly, she the female Ricky Ricardo of our generation. Babaloo!<br /></div><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.myspace.com/ImBringingBloggingBack">www.myspace.com/ImBringingBloggingBack</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31726224-3614884519360845607?l=imbringingbloggingback.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IBBBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07038279029084530051noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31726224.post-36372925300122677532009-01-13T07:00:00.004-05:002009-01-13T08:33:23.073-05:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SWvr_5Y1U_I/AAAAAAAAJ3Q/qEMK61D-Jfw/s1600-h/whitney-port-boobs-2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290581670246044658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 275px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SWvr_5Y1U_I/AAAAAAAAJ3Q/qEMK61D-Jfw/s400/whitney-port-boobs-2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><p align="justify"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SWvr_4gyTkI/AAAAAAAAJ3I/FzVynaTl0j0/s1600-h/whitney-port-boobs-1+copy.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290581670010965570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 276px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SWvr_4gyTkI/AAAAAAAAJ3I/FzVynaTl0j0/s400/whitney-port-boobs-1+copy.jpg" border="0" /></a>What perfect timing for the naked Whitney Port pictures to pop up on the Interwebsations! Before we get into the recap of The City lets discuss the fact that Whitney was being filmed in Miami going into the ocean with her microphone on and wires in her bikini. Next thing you know, Hurricane Kelly Cutrone hits shore and blew Whitney's top right off! What are the chances! Oh and "yes" these photos have been censored with the face of Lisa Love and Kelly Cutrone. You're welcome. On to the recap....<br /><br /><br /><div></div><p></p><ul><li><div align="justify">We are lucky enough to meet Whitney's real boss, Diane Von Fartandburp, who looks like she could totally pass as the mother of Kelly CUNTrone. I'm going to request a DNA. Diane Von Fartandburp is a sexy little minx of a decrepit old woman...and I like it. Sure if she weren't dressed to the nines and I were to pass her on the street I'd probably throw some change into her cup. I'm totally kidding. I NEVER give money to the homeless.</div></li><li><div align="justify">I've also decided that I'd like that cowbell at the beginning of the opening credits to be my own personal theme song. I don't mean the entire song, just the cowbell part. Like, I'll be walking into a meeting and I'd want the cowbell playing. Or, sometimes you know when you're just sitting on your couch and all of a sudden you feel like you're stomach is going to drop out of your body and you run to the can? Yeah, well I'd want the cowbell playing as I run to the bathroom. Moving on.</div></li><li><div align="justify">There's a big Wonder Woman party at "the store" and Whitney has been tasked with installing the windows, I believe. She's probably going to need a glass cutter, a wrench, a drop cloth, protective goggles, and a ladder. Luckily, Olivia has been instructed to "help" Whitney with this task. Olivia, of course, is only shown making sad faces, eye rolls, and half-smiles-half-frowns....all at the same time. It's like her face has turrets. Although, I'd like to cure her face of this disease and by "cure her face" I really mean "do naughty boom boom to it."</div></li><li><div align="justify">By the way, may I say that it is less believable that Olivia needs this crap paying job than Lauren Cockring working for Kelly CUNTrone's Pubic Revolution? I think the rule of thumb is that if you make more...or are worth more....than 5 years salary at your "reality show job" then that shouldn't be the job for you. Just volunteer at a soup kitchen or some shit.</div></li><li><div align="justify">I couldn't be any less interested in "The Bang's Monster" and her "Long Term Canadian Boyfriend." Remember those two tools from the first season of The Hills? One was Heidi's boyfriend and the other tool was some freak who was in love with Audrina? Yeah, well hopefully The Bangs Monster goes by the way of those two d-bags and we never see her or hear from her again!</div></li><li><div align="justify">Fast forward to the party at Diane Von Fartandburps. The party looks like a nightmare. Although I would pull up a metal folding chair and watch Olivia wave to people all day. In fact, I'm adding that to my "Things to Do" list for 2009.</div></li><li><div align="justify">.....and enter Chris. Now who the hell is this Frankie Muniz looking mother f'er? So is he balding or not? I'm confused by his head. Also, he works in the Accounting Dept at Diane Von Fartandburp? Really? What dude is like "Yeah, I'm totally doing accounting for a fashion designer. Peace out Wall Street." This kid is suspect and I'm almost certain we'll see him in future episodes of "To Catch a Predator." Check your local listings.</div></li><li><div align="justify">Chris gives one word answers to all the Teen Bop questions that Whitney's friend spews out at him. As Chris is leaving the shitstorm of a party he tells Whitney that they should do lunch sometime. He says it in the sort of way that a Level 3 Sex Offender says to the little kids walking to school, "You wanna pet my puppy?" Whitney should have immediately covered her vagina before she agreed to going to lunch. That should just be her rule of thumb.</div></li><li><div align="justify">Their lunch date couldn't be any creepier. It could only get creepier if there were vampires serving the food and spiders crawling all over the table. We did get to experience a brilliant quote from Whitney in which she tells Chris that she doesn't have "the most friends in New York." Really Whitney? You don't? It's shocking that you don't have the most friends in New York. It's a good goal, though. You should aim to totally have the most friends in New York. Kill yourself. Scratch that. Kill me.</div></li><li><div align="justify">Ugh this show is f'n killing me. Whitney and Ozzy Bobby head out to dinner and Ozzy mumbles that Whitney is trying to make him jealous since she's whoring it up with 2 other guys. Snooze.</div></li><li><div align="justify">Later, Ozzy Bobby talks to that other d-bag (who shouldn't even be in the show) and tells him that he really wants to be with Whitney (and the show). These two "dudes" are having this conversation in an empty bar in Chelsea. Yeah, that's normal.</div></li><li><div align="justify">Finally, Ozzy Bobby brings over some wine to Whitney's apartment and they both talk about how they've only had three relationships in their lives. Ozzy Bobby asks Whitney to be his girlfriend. At this moment I literally give my television the finger and realize that I will never get these 30 minutes back.</div></li><li><div align="justify">P.S, Is anyone else uncomfortable watching Whitney kiss someone? I am. I'm very uncomfortable with it.<br /><br /></div></li></ul><p align="justify">Ok, well that'll be all. What did you City loving sons-a-bitches think of this episode? </p><p><a href="http://www.myspace.com/ImBringingBloggingBack">www.myspace.com/ImBringingBloggingBack</a></p><p align="justify"><br /><br /><br /></p><p> </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31726224-3637292530012267753?l=imbringingbloggingback.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IBBBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07038279029084530051noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31726224.post-68094691136370188602009-01-12T12:15:00.002-05:002009-01-12T12:25:38.681-05:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SWt6xj5QWCI/AAAAAAAAJ3A/jlFaIXKW8Ds/s1600-h/kate-.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290457179144345634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 306px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SWt6xj5QWCI/AAAAAAAAJ3A/jlFaIXKW8Ds/s400/kate-.jpg" border="0" /></a> The Golden Gloves were on last night and people won stuff. In other news...<br /><br /><a href="http://agentbedhead.com/index.php/archive/the-dazzling-future-of-kanye-west/"><strong>~ Kanye West is a Real Treat ~ ABH</strong></a><strong><br /></strong><a href="http://www.webstersismybitch.com/2009/01/crossbreeding.php"><strong>~ Sorry, Meth Heads, Fergie is Off the Market ~ Websters</strong></a><strong><br /></strong><a href="http://www.celebritysmackblog.com/2009/01/12/celebrity-boxing-match-danny-bonaduce-vs-jose-canseco/"><strong>~ Celebrity Boxing Match? Sweeeeet! ~ CS</strong></a><strong><br /></strong><a href="http://ayyyy.com/2009/01/12/ayyyy-puzzle-corner-50/"><strong>~ Celebrity Puzzle of the Day ~ Ayyyy</strong></a><strong><br /></strong><a href="http://poponthepop.com/2009/01/12/slumdog-millionaire-kate-winslet-big-winners-heath-ledger-wins-golden-globe-award/"><strong>~ Golden Globes Roundup! ~ POTP</strong></a><strong><br /></strong><a href="http://www.fatbackmedia.com/2009/01/09/ryan-oneal-pleads-guilty-to-meth-charges/"><strong>~ Who Pleads Guilty to Meth Charges? ~ FB</strong></a><strong><br /></strong><a href="http://idontwantyourlife.com/?p=23359"><strong>~ Paris and the Case of the Clown Feet ~ IDWYL</strong></a><strong><br /></strong><a href="http://www.drunkenstepfather.com/index.php/2009/01/10/lily-allen-picture-of-the-day/"><strong>~ Lily Allen in the Sand ~ DSF</strong></a><strong><br /></strong><a href="http://bricksandstonesgossip.com/2009/01/12/the-66th-annual-golden-globe-awards-arrivals/"><strong>~ Golden Globes Pictures! ~ BS</strong></a><strong><br /></strong><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.myspace.com/ImBringingBloggingBack">www.myspace.com/ImBringingBloggingBack</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31726224-6809469113637018860?l=imbringingbloggingback.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IBBBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07038279029084530051noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31726224.post-15838641819700075742009-01-12T07:01:00.004-05:002009-01-12T08:26:34.668-05:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SWo0I5STwrI/AAAAAAAAJ2I/UMFGggr7KMM/s1600-h/alyssa-milano-samantha-micelli.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290098039721280178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 288px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SWo0I5STwrI/AAAAAAAAJ2I/UMFGggr7KMM/s400/alyssa-milano-samantha-micelli.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SWoznoWEVTI/AAAAAAAAJ2A/KK9J5xrBhGg/s1600-h/alyssa-milano-2009.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290097468237960498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SWoznoWEVTI/AAAAAAAAJ2A/KK9J5xrBhGg/s400/alyssa-milano-2009.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div align="justify">Oh snap! Mrs. Rossini is going to be pissed over this! I remember what a big deal it was when Samantha Micelli didn't want to play football anymore with Tony because it hurt when she was trying to catch the football. You see, kids, Sam was sprouting breasts and Tony needed to go and buy her a training bra (the one with the little bow in the middle). Mrs. Rossini should have been called to discuss a big step like this.</div><br /><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify">Anybower, Alyssa Milano sprouted a new hairstyle ("The Tyra") and headed out to the LA Confidential Magazine Golden Globe fiesta at Skybar in LA over the weekend. I still me gusta Alyssa Milano after all these years. I also me gusta Skybar in LA. I know it's not considered "the place to be" anymore, but I still love it. There's just something about having some beers outside overlooking LA that makes me content. Maybe that's a problem, but I digress.</div><br /><div><a href="http://www.myspace.com/ImBringingBloggingBack">www.myspace.com/ImBringingBloggingBack</a></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31726224-1583864181970007574?l=imbringingbloggingback.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IBBBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07038279029084530051noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31726224.post-23273382653007061352009-01-12T07:01:00.003-05:002009-01-12T08:26:00.083-05:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SWomu_dp0fI/AAAAAAAAJ1o/5mSujuAVnqY/s1600-h/lindsay-1111111.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290083301051716082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 90px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SWomu_dp0fI/AAAAAAAAJ1o/5mSujuAVnqY/s400/lindsay-1111111.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="justify"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SWoklJebXxI/AAAAAAAAJ1g/QLlEEroZFXg/s1600-h/lindsay-1.jpg"></a>IBBB is bringing back a new segment tentatively titled, "Fun With Lindsay Lohan's Myspace Blog!" Catchy. When Lindsay No Pants blogs on her Myspace account people not only listen and comment, but all the freaks come out of the woodwork. The other day Lindsay blogged something about some song. Pointless.</div><br /><div align="justify"><br />Below are some of my favorite comments to Lindsay.....with my thoughts underneath theirs. Good times:<br /><br /></div><br /><div align="justify"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SWoklEodsqI/AAAAAAAAJ1Y/8S8S-wGIjbs/s1600-h/lindsay-2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290080931617288866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 74px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SWoklEodsqI/AAAAAAAAJ1Y/8S8S-wGIjbs/s400/lindsay-2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />~ Dude, blowin the tree sounds like some risky behavior. Plus, what the hell are you talking about? Also, unless you're a 7 year old girl signing her grandfather's 75th birthday card please never sign things "oxoxoxox."<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SWokk6cujpI/AAAAAAAAJ1Q/rw-xzxvauqY/s1600-h/lindsay-3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290080928883707538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 75px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SWokk6cujpI/AAAAAAAAJ1Q/rw-xzxvauqY/s400/lindsay-3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />~ I love when "the fans" turn on Lohan. I had a hard time fully understanding the insults due to the lack of any form of punctuation. The only time you should skip a period is if you're pregnant. Wow, that was deep. I'm wicked smaaaaht.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SWokcbFPfVI/AAAAAAAAJ1I/VK69W8PP3xE/s1600-h/lindsay-4.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290080783024749906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 79px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SWokcbFPfVI/AAAAAAAAJ1I/VK69W8PP3xE/s400/lindsay-4.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />~ Huh? Wait. What? Ummm. Huh? What was so "beautiful" about what Lohan wrote? I mean, when she said, "but i'm not so quick with myspace sometimes" that really was a pretty sentence. P.S Lindsay is kind of a baby, I guess.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SWokcdQi96I/AAAAAAAAJ1A/TF3slim47xY/s1600-h/lindsay-5.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290080783609034658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 70px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SWokcdQi96I/AAAAAAAAJ1A/TF3slim47xY/s400/lindsay-5.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />~ Can I make a citizens arrest on this chick for possible stalking? I love knowing every little thing about you? Really? Yeah, that's not creepy at all. I hope your parents aren't looking over your shoulder when you type shit like this on the "family computer" in the living room while they're watching Wheel of Fortune.<br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290080776459137938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 52px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SWokcCn4M5I/AAAAAAAAJ04/TA-RaZwFTcc/s400/lindsay-6.jpg" border="0" /><br />~ Well don't you see seem like quite the dish. You have a song tattooed all over your body and you're alone drinking a bottle of tequila all while sending one Ms. Lindsay Lohan a myspace message? Well the "personal ad" practically writes itself! Stop drinking. Thanks.<br /></div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290080776188096354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 52px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SWokcBnQb2I/AAAAAAAAJ0w/KMNDMxPx5Cw/s400/lindsay-7.jpg" border="0" /><br />~ Yeah that sounds like an AWESOME idea. There's nothing I'd like more than to hear Lohan butchering all my favorite songs. Plus, I'm sure Tyra Banks is in the process of doing this right now anyway.<br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290080772522356370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 57px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SWokbz9RrpI/AAAAAAAAJ0o/uMCvdELmQyg/s400/lindsay-8.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><div>~ Creapo alert! Watching a Lindsay movie while on Lindsay's myspace and typing a message to Lindsay? Priceless. I bet Linds loves that. She should have finished her message with "I'm also drawing freckles all over my body with a red Sharpie. Should I stop once I hit 10,000 or keep going?"<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><a href="http://www.myspace.com/ImBringingBloggingBack">www.myspace.com/ImBringingBloggingBack</a></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31726224-2327338265300706135?l=imbringingbloggingback.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IBBBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07038279029084530051noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31726224.post-71070450312962623522009-01-12T07:00:00.003-05:002009-01-12T08:25:17.190-05:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SWo3R0jtgxI/AAAAAAAAJ2Y/cJAEe9I-vCY/s1600-h/shannen%3Ddoherty.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290101491605799698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 283px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SWo3R0jtgxI/AAAAAAAAJ2Y/cJAEe9I-vCY/s400/shannen%3Ddoherty.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="justify"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SWo3RgbkChI/AAAAAAAAJ2Q/Li0lN9ULrto/s1600-h/shannen%3Ddoherty-2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290101486202915346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 339px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SWo3RgbkChI/AAAAAAAAJ2Q/Li0lN9ULrto/s400/shannen%3Ddoherty-2.jpg" border="0" /></a> I think Shannen Doherty should officially change her name to "I Hate You Both. Never Talk to Me Again." Who's with me? </div><br /><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify">"I Hate You Both. Never Talk to Me Again" was all bitchy smiles at the 2nd Annual Heaven Gala in LA the other day. I'm not sure what any of that actually means, but it's always good to see anyone from 90210 on any type of red carpet. It should give us all hope.</div><br /><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify">No word yet on how many more episodes of the new 90210 "I Hate You Both. Never Talk to Me Again" will be on, but I say hurry the hell up and get Donna Martin's ass back on the show. While we're at it, lets scrap the rest of the cast and just keep Donna and Kelly. Oh, and then bring back all the old cast. Perfect.</div><br /><div></div><div> </div><div><a href="http://www.myspace.com/ImBringingBloggingBack">www.myspace.com/ImBringingBloggingBack</a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31726224-7107045031296262352?l=imbringingbloggingback.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IBBBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07038279029084530051noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31726224.post-56983633375821634092009-01-12T07:00:00.002-05:002009-01-12T08:24:47.708-05:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SWobWG7204I/AAAAAAAAJ0I/npZouPfU-pQ/s1600-h/housewives.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290070778932810626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 306px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SWobWG7204I/AAAAAAAAJ0I/npZouPfU-pQ/s400/housewives.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SWobVQ3YRgI/AAAAAAAAJ0A/7PMY7barKZk/s1600-h/housewives-2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290070764418516482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 305px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SWobVQ3YRgI/AAAAAAAAJ0A/7PMY7barKZk/s400/housewives-2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SWobU8ABiUI/AAAAAAAAJz4/Ej6s3PT5T3M/s1600-h/housewives-3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290070758817630530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 291px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SWobU8ABiUI/AAAAAAAAJz4/Ej6s3PT5T3M/s400/housewives-3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="justify"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SWobUMF0S-I/AAAAAAAAJzw/vz2e5_Mrr4U/s1600-h/housewives-4.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290070745957026786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SWobUMF0S-I/AAAAAAAAJzw/vz2e5_Mrr4U/s400/housewives-4.jpg" border="0" /></a> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290070739528076882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 276px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SWobT0JCTlI/AAAAAAAAJzo/cf6I_2OjazM/s400/housewives-5.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br />Put a cork in your spray tan gun because Oprah's giving away makeoverrrrrrrrs! Everybody gets a makeover. You get a makeover and you get a makeover and you get a makeover and you get a makeover. Everybody gets a makeooovvvverrrrrrr! Ok I'm done.</div><br /><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify">Blessed Mother Oprah Winfrey decided that the chicks from Real Housewives of Orange County not only needed a complete makeover, but they also needed to be hosed off and left to dry hanging on a clothesline. The crew from Oprahland chiseled off six layers of makeup, placed their racks in the witness protection program, and taught the women that there are other hair color options besides "white." Betty White, that is.</div><br /><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify">I think the makeovers make them all look 15 years older, although it was nice to get them out of the mid 90's. Jeana (last photo) looks good and thin too! I wonder if they used that camera that Paula Abdul used in her "Promise of a New Day" video?</div><br /><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify">P.S --> Tamra looks like Elise Keaton from "Family Ties."<br /></div><br /><div><a href="http://www.myspace.com/ImBringingBloggingBack">www.myspace.com/ImBringingBloggingBack</a></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31726224-5698363337582163409?l=imbringingbloggingback.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IBBBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07038279029084530051noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31726224.post-78894882732962509982009-01-12T06:00:00.001-05:002009-01-12T08:24:23.688-05:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SWor9l6MafI/AAAAAAAAJ1w/sVAVRwD1cDI/s1600-h/true-beauty.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290089049448278514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 135px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SWor9l6MafI/AAAAAAAAJ1w/sVAVRwD1cDI/s400/true-beauty.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="justify">So IBBB reader, Laurie, emailed me to see if she could recap True Beauty. I figured, why not. And, I also figured that if I do this I'm pretty much as good as the people who started the Make a Wish Foundation. Same thing, right? I'm making dreams come true to people without diseases. This is sure to get me right into heaven. Check out Laurie's recap below. Oh, and if you hate it....I had nothing to do with it. Oh, and if you love it.....I'm good as spotting talent.</div><br /><br /><br /><div align="justify">Alright, so this is my first recap of True Beauty and going into I knew two things. 1. It is being produced by Ashton Kutcher and Tyra Banks, so it's favorable that there would be unintentional comedy and also a certain air of d-bagishness. 2. That the show was essentially an America's Next Top Model rip-off but with a twist. Kind of like a stale beer with a lemon.<br /><br />The premiere starts with Vanessa Minnillo, famous for having sex with Nick Lachey and also for being a former Miss Teen USA, explain the competition. In short, 10 contestants will compete against one another to find "America's Most Beautiful Person." The contestants believe it is a straight up beauty competition, but not so fast, because those originality masters over at ABC are also testing contestants on their inner beauty, mostly by hiding secret cameras and planting actors in various situations to see how these losers react when faced with moral dilemmas like "should I help, or just stare blankly in another direction." The winner receives $100,000 and a chance to be featured in People Magazine's Most Beautiful People issue.<br /><br />The judges are Vanessa Minnillo, loser, Nole Marin, formally of the first few seasons of ANTM where he would fight endlessly with Janice Dickson and also comment on the girl's weight, which I will admit having an issue with based solely on the fact that Nole Marin looks like a puffin, and finally Cheryl Tiegs, who they have dubbed, "America's First REAL Supermodel." That was clearly a dig Janice by Tyra Banks. We are five minutes into an hour long episode and I am already thinking about how much I hate Tyra Banks….maybe this wasn't such a great idea.<br /><br />Let's meet the contestants, shall we:<br /><br />Laura Leigh – Likes being loud and obnoxious and the center of attention and wonders if this is a bad thing. Yes, in your case, this is very bad thing.<br /><br />Billy – Billy owns a vitamin store and is also a Chip and Dales dancer. Ok, Billy also looks like is 50 and the gay brother of Sam Champion from Good Morning America. Let's hope he sticks around long enough to see a dance.<br /><br />Monique – My first thought is Rumor Willis. That a-hole Ashton casted his ugly step daughter as a beautiful person. You are not fooling anyone Ashton. And the second Monique pulls out a camera and starts writing things in white letters like that infuriating commercial of yours where you walk around and women fawn over you even though everyone knows you are a loser, well, then I will know for sure that I am right. Monique has just graduated college with a masters in biology. Not two minutes later, she admits to not knowing what a bicep is. True story.<br /><br />Joel – Joel is the token Guido. He explains that his life goal is to work out enough to look good naked. He does not crack a smile while saying this. I hope Joel gets eliminated after the commercial break and I never have to think about this again.<br /><br />Julia – The pageant girl. The most important thing in her life is her eyebrow extensions. She fails to mention her green eye contacts, but I suspect they are important to her also.<br /><br />Side Note: At this point the contestants are sitting around discussing how most of them were voted best looking in high school. One, I think and also assume to be Joel, says that he assumed everyone in the competition would have been best looking in high school. This is the second time I think I might have made a mistake in deciding to watch this show.<br /><br />CJ – CJ thinks that time stops when he walks into the room. He compares this to Michael Jordan entering a basketball arena.<br /><br />Chelsea – I thought I hated Rumor Willis the most until they introduced Chelsea. She looks like she's 35, been in the back of too many cars, and hasn't washed the foundation off her face in the last decade. She explains that she always used to think people were staring at her because she was freak, until she realized it was because she was beautiful. That's too much of a layup to even comment.<br /><br />Hadiyyah-lah – Seriously. She explains how to pronounce it, but listening to her talk is so painful, and her resemblance to Isis the tranny on ANTM so similar that I am going just call her Isis. Done and Done. Oh, and she insufferable.<br /><br />Ashley – She's from the Bronx has $100,000 worth of designer dresses.<br /><br />Ray – Self proclaimed cocky SOB. He looks like he's just left a bar and its 8 am. Kidding aside his eyes are the color cotton candy.<br /><br />So we have met the contestants and they are making a toast to being pretty. At this time I am going pick the three contestants I believe will win this competition. Drum roll……. No one. If this show survives without being cancelled, we all lose.<br /><br />So its time for the first "twist." VM explains that the producers have planted an actor who accidentally spills water on the all the contestants and then falls over, knocking melted chocolate onto everyone and causing all hell to break loose. Rumor Willis is no joke slipping around in the chocolate like she is pudding wrestling. Laura Leigh is wigging out about her ugly sandals. The only one trying to help is Ray and I think his primary motivation is trying to touch enough thighs to possibly score some funny business later.<br /><br />Next the contestants go to the house where they will be staying. The best part about the house is that there is a portrait of each contestant over their bed. Initially I was shocked that they had the brain capacity to recognize themselves. Then I remembered their collective vanity. At one point Chelsea is gazing at portrait and says "Wow, its unreal." No Chelsea, I assure you, it is real. Go wipe off at least 4 layers of your makeup.<br /><br />Now here is a touching moment. CJ is sitting in the dark kitchen writing a journal entry while wearing sunglasses, about being a fat kid deep down. "I am a slave to a fat suit." That's deep. Chelsea cries. Perhaps if he weren't wearing red hater blockers and her tear drops were able to get over the chunk of concealer on her cheek, this moment would seem genuine.<br /><br />Next up, its competition time! The beauties have to travel into Beverly Hills in the Beauty Bus to find out from some magic doctor what their scientific beauty score is. Before the judges arrive Joel tells Chelsea that he doesn't like her. I hear you Joel. For a second I think maybe I like Joel. One full second.<br /><br />The "twist" in this competition is that the kids are left alone after being tested and everyone else's files are laid out in front of them. If they look into the other's files – FAIL. If they sit quietly – PASS. This pass/fail, in addition to their beauty score, will determine who stays and who goes. Here is the skinny – Everyone passes except Laura and Isis who both shamelessly rifle through the others files.<br /><br />Next they get their beauty scores. 85 – 90 points is considered beautiful and 90 – 100 is star quality. The two people with the lowest scores will up for elimination and I guess tested on their inner beauty. Honestly, I don't know at this point. Anything could happen.<br /><br />Monique – 91<br />Ray – 92<br />Ashley – 94<br />CJ – 94 (he thinks this is a bad system. Yeah ok, 94)<br />Billy – 95 (despite being 50 years old, not bad)<br />Joel – 95 (says he wants to thank his mom and dad for this honor)<br />Laura – 94<br />Julia – 91<br /><br />And the bottom two are Chelsea and Isis. So now it's more of a choice of who I want to go home more. I am thinking Chelsea. I have yet to find a redeeming quality. At least when Isis flipped out about being in the bottom two I was able to laugh a little. At one point she says that the test doesn't matter and God has something in store for her. Yeah, and I doubt it's called Heaven.<br /><br />Finally we are off to the Hall of Beauty to find out who is too ugly, both inside and out, to stay. Oh wait, one more challenge. They plant a guy with his hands full and see if either of the idiots help. Chelsea does, Isis does not. Nothing groundbreaking there.<br /><br />In true Tyra Banks fashion it comes down to two girls. First we have Chelsea, the pretty girl who needs a "makeunder", and Isis, pretty who needs a makeover, inside and out.<br /><br />Chelsea is safe and Isis must pack her tranny bags and go. Isis says "Peace Out! I'm a good person," and storms out. She's ready to go on to greener pastures – And so am I. Did anyone watch this show? Who do you think will be "America's Most Beautiful Person?"</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.myspace.com/ImBringingBloggingBack">www.myspace.com/ImBringingBloggingBack</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31726224-7889488273296250998?l=imbringingbloggingback.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IBBBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07038279029084530051noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31726224.post-16389181311834755462009-01-09T07:00:00.001-05:002009-01-09T08:16:37.113-05:00<div align="justify"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SWaQ8AVrAZI/AAAAAAAAJzg/XYHJ6U6nivE/s1600-h/sunrise.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289074172950675858" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SWaQ8AVrAZI/AAAAAAAAJzg/XYHJ6U6nivE/s400/sunrise.jpg" /></a> I'm going to take a break from the blog today. A reader of IBBB, Melissa, has passed away from complications of cancer. Melissa had been reading IBBB for a while now and loved my ridiculous Hills recaps. She'd always chime in with some funny comments, that were pretty much funnier than what I was writing. Even when she was living with cancer and going in and out of the hospital she always kept a positive and upbeat attitude.</div><br /><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">I didn't personally know Melissa.....just from this site. We exchanged emails once in a while, mainly making fun of The Hills, but I had always admired her positive frame of mind. A while back I tossed around the idea of shutting down the blog and later that day I noticed I was getting some traffic from this random messageboard. When I went to it I realized it was an online cancer support group and Melissa had posted a link to my Hills recaps and all the people on the messageboard were cracking up over my site. It reminded me why I started this blog, which was to make people laugh. Period. I never wanted or cared to really make any money out of it. I just wanted to make some people laugh, make myself laugh, and hopefully one day be able to somehow break in the entertainment industry.</div><br /><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">Even though Melissa is not with us anymore, I will always look to her when I need to remember to be strong and really put things in perspective. Life is about life....and not the small things that we allow to weigh us down.</div><br /><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">I'll be back on Monday to help rot your brain with my witty banter and craptastic jokes.<br /></div><a href="http://www.myspace.com/ImBringingBloggingBack">www.myspace.com/ImBringingBloggingBack</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31726224-1638918131183475546?l=imbringingbloggingback.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IBBBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07038279029084530051noreply@blogger.com27tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31726224.post-14840128740258004472009-01-08T07:01:00.001-05:002009-01-08T08:21:46.588-05:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SWVUkun6-bI/AAAAAAAAJzY/9A018JaAhTA/s1600-h/donna-martin-ray-pruit-90210.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288726327384013234" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SWVUkun6-bI/AAAAAAAAJzY/9A018JaAhTA/s400/donna-martin-ray-pruit-90210.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="justify">Seriously, was it not just yesterday that I blogged about Tori Spelling coming back to 90210 and now <a href="http://tvwatch.people.com/2009/01/07/tori-spelling-set-to-return-to-90210/"><span style="color:#33ccff;">People Magazine</span></a> is reporting that Tori Spelling is in final negotiations to bring Donna Martin's sweet as back to television. No joke, she better sign the contract because I don't know how many more times I can "report" on this. Hahah, I just said "report." I'm a professional.</div><br /><div align="justify">Now, as far as the rumors go, random drunken people are saying that Tori was waiting for Shannen Doherty to finish up her contract so that the two wouldn't have to work together. Oh, and by "random drunken people" I, of course, mean me and by douche-bag friends. </div><br /><div align="justify">I say Shannen should stick around, along with Jennie Garth, and now Tori Spelling. Bring back Valerie and, of course, Ray Pruit so he can....wait for it.....wait for it.....wait for it.....toss her down a flight of stairs! Ding! Ding! Ding! If I could ever interview Tori Spelling I would only ask her questions about that episode and then I'd see if she would allow me to reenact it with her. One can dream.</div><br /><div align="justify">Just when I stopped watching the new 90210....they....just....might....suck....me....back.....in.</div><br /><div align="justify"></div><a href="http://www.myspace.com/ImBringingBloggingBack">www.myspace.com/ImBringingBloggingBack</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31726224-1484012874025800447?l=imbringingbloggingback.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IBBBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07038279029084530051noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31726224.post-12724065757658111442009-01-08T07:00:00.001-05:002009-01-08T08:21:08.600-05:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SWVHBX5Q15I/AAAAAAAAJzI/jM0k-kTWnxs/s1600-h/audrina-new-teeth.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 252px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288711426336151442" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SWVHBX5Q15I/AAAAAAAAJzI/jM0k-kTWnxs/s400/audrina-new-teeth.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SWVHAwDOZdI/AAAAAAAAJzA/b3Te-Ge-VSQ/s1600-h/audrina-new-teeth-2009.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 358px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288711415640516050" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SWVHAwDOZdI/AAAAAAAAJzA/b3Te-Ge-VSQ/s400/audrina-new-teeth-2009.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div align="justify">Filed down teeth are the new boob jobs. You've heard it here first. Trend alert!</div></div><br /><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">A hard working IBBB reader, Lady T, alerted me of a rumor spreading across the web like Paris Hilton's legs on a Saturday night. The rumor is, in fact, about Audrina's teeth. Did she file them down or didn't she? The new pictures above were sent to me for full teef analysis (or FTA)</div><br /><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">While the teeth do look a bit smaller, I feel that Audrina's problem wasn't to much with the length, but more with the fact that they stuck out like wooden shingles on house during a Category 3 hurricane. Since they are still sticking out a bit, yet do look not as "lengthy" I will go with my educated guess that Audina's teef have been "worked on." Oh, and by "worked on" I really mean "hammered back up and into her head."</div><br /><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">Now, if she can just slap on a pair of Invislign's to push those puppies back into her mouth I know I could sleep better.</div><br /><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">What do you d-bags think? </div><br /><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Thanks again to Lady T for being on high-alert and keeping up to date on everything teeth related.</span></em><br /><br /></div><br /><div></div><div><a href="http://www.myspace.com/ImBringingBloggingBack">www.myspace.com/ImBringingBloggingBack</a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31726224-1272406575765811144?l=imbringingbloggingback.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IBBBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07038279029084530051noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31726224.post-11615766189961505582009-01-08T06:59:00.001-05:002009-01-08T08:20:31.308-05:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SWVL6lkSpsI/AAAAAAAAJzQ/ZJnh8Fjev2I/s1600-h/sheree-whitfield.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 324px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288716807305340610" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SWVL6lkSpsI/AAAAAAAAJzQ/ZJnh8Fjev2I/s400/sheree-whitfield.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div align="justify">Everybodies favorite fab-uh-lous Real Housewife of Atlanta who loves to date famous ath-uh-letes is appealing her divorce settlement so she can, in fact, get her hands on a 7 fig-uh deal!<br /><br />According to <a href="http://www.accessatlanta.com/blogs/content/shared-blogs/accessatlanta/radiotalk/entries/2009/01/07/17_sheree_whitf.html"><strong><span style="color:#33ccff;">AccessAtlanta.com</span></strong></a> Sheree Whitfield has been painted, by her lawyers, as a "high school graduate with limited skills to earn income." Therefore, she'll need her 7 fig-uh settlement. I agree with the lawyers. Although she does put on a killer fashion show without any fashions (how dreadful).<br /><br />Sheree heads back to court on Jan 12th to see if she can get her mitts on some extra cash money. You know NeNe is ready to write a drunken song about Sheree and her divorce settlement. Hopefully Kim will text message her calling her a "low budget bitch." Oh how I miss them all.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.accessatlanta.com/blogs/content/shared-blogs/accessatlanta/radiotalk/entries/2009/01/07/17_sheree_whitf.html"><span style="color:#33ff33;">Click here</span></a> to read the details of the current divorce agreement.<br /><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Thanks, Siobhan, for the info!</span></em> </div><br /><div align="justify"><br /><a href="http://www.myspace.com/ImBringingBloggingBack">www.myspace.com/ImBringingBloggingBack</a> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31726224-1161576618996150558?l=imbringingbloggingback.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IBBBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07038279029084530051noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31726224.post-7097507390139027462009-01-07T13:45:00.002-05:002009-01-07T13:54:04.415-05:00<div align="justify"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SWT4S4K46RI/AAAAAAAAJy4/_28qk9Ftmx8/s1600-h/britney.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288624865639196946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 283px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SWT4S4K46RI/AAAAAAAAJy4/_28qk9Ftmx8/s400/britney.jpg" border="0" /></a> Britney and her son, "What's His Face," enjoyed some time together on New Years Eve. If it weren't for that kid we'd probably get a look at a little more sideboob. Thanks for nothing, kid. In other news...<br /><br /><a href="http://agentbedhead.com/index.php/archive/amy-winehouse-camera-one-camera-two/"><strong>~ The Winehouse That Could Have Been ~ ABH</strong></a><strong><br /></strong><a href="http://www.webstersismybitch.com/2009/01/united-front.php"><strong>~ Saint Jennifer Lopez Looks Pissed ~ Websters</strong></a><strong><br /></strong><a href="http://www.celebritysmackblog.com/2009/01/07/carmen-electra/"><strong>~ Carmen Electra is Fine with Wire Hangers ~ CS</strong></a><strong><br /></strong><a href="http://poponthepop.com/2009/01/07/hugh-hefner-has-a-new-girlfriend/"><strong>~ Hef Makes it Three ~ POTP</strong></a><strong><br /></strong><a href="http://ayyyy.com/2009/01/07/rihanna-good-girl-gone-modest/"><strong>~ Rihanna to Deskank Herself ~ Ayyyy</strong></a><strong><br /></strong><a href="http://www.fatbackmedia.com/2009/01/06/j-love-and-fiance-are-dunzo-too/"><strong>~ J Love Back on the Market ~ FB</strong></a><strong><br /></strong><a href="http://bricksandstonesgossip.com/2009/01/07/john-and-kate-plus-8-new-1350000-home/"><strong>~ John and Kate Plus 8 Have a Ton of Money ~ BS</strong></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.myspace.com/ImBringingBloggingBack">www.myspace.com/ImBringingBloggingBack</a> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31726224-709750739013902746?l=imbringingbloggingback.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IBBBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07038279029084530051noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31726224.post-75275875175128465892009-01-07T07:00:00.005-05:002009-12-04T20:14:10.064-05:00<div align="justify">Happy Harriet Carter Wednesday! This is the first HCW in 2009. This means I am officially 2 years down without a Harriet Carter lawsuit or a restraining order from Failure Model Chick. There's a lot to be thankful for. This week, Harriet feeds your children animal poop, dressed up your local pedophile, and continues her obsession with horses. Let's go!<br /><br /></div><br /><div align="justify"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288246905421776162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SWOgiso5RSI/AAAAAAAAJyI/3dkSmS4BmbQ/s400/animal-pooper.jpg" border="0" /><br />Product # 1 - Hey kids! Come downstairs and get yourself a handful of animal shit! Don't bother washing them, just stick out your hand and let this little wooden moose drop a stink attack on your palms. Don't even bother filling these animals with candy. Hell no! Simply dunk them in your toilet and fill them up with your own "homemade candy" and dispense them to your whiny kids. For some extra fun, feel free to fill these animals with actual candy and then later take them to the zoo and tell them that there really is candy in the horse that he's petting. You'll all be squealing with delight when Junior pulls the horses tail and animal feces comes pouring out instead of some colorful Nerds. Be sure to bring a camera because you'll want to blow up these memories and hang them over the fireplace. Seriously, whatever happened to a good old fashion Pez dispenser? Those were simpler times. I only eat my candy out of a moose's head and not his bum bum. Poop.<br /><br /><div align="justify"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SWOgiDfxWlI/AAAAAAAAJx4/eblC6g1xDyI/s1600-h/a-hats.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288246894377654866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 350px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SWOgiDfxWlI/AAAAAAAAJx4/eblC6g1xDyI/s400/a-hats.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Product # 2 - Are you a Level 3 Sex Offender who is so tired of just blending into the background? Wanna be able to cause absolute terror and mayhem, but just don't feel like you have your creepy look down to a science yet? Well buckle up, my diddling friends, because Harriet will have you looking like you're about to diddle just about everyone and everything in sight with this snazzy hat and long ratty, curly, smelly, wig. Thank God they had clearly labeled these as "before" and "after" because I would have had no way of knowing just what they were selling....or even what the difference was!? No joke, this dude doesn't even need to say anything. You can totally read it on his face that he's thinking, "Get in the car kids! Wanna pet my puppy?" Run kids. Run. Imagine seeing this creepo answering the door when your kids ring his doorbell on Halloween? Honestly, what do you do if you're asked to model this for a catalog? I mean, I'd model a wig like that that's made for your "Mr. Winky Claus" but I have no standards. Ok, that'll be all.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288246897772371986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 350px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SWOgiQJIoBI/AAAAAAAAJyA/4IpFWZEfTY4/s400/a-horse.jpg" border="0" />Product # 3 - Do people really like horses this much? I can understand loving animals....actually I can't since I hate all animals....but isn't this taking things a little overboard? What exactly do they mean when they say "You never see a horse parked in front of a psychiatrist's office." Huh? Of course you don't. What's your point? You also don't see a horse parked in front of a school, at the movies, in a supermarket, at church, filing his taxes, or at your local IKEA. Does that mean those places are bad to go to as well? I'm confused. If I could create a horse t-shirt it would say something sweet like, "Horses. They never met a hymen they couldn't break." That's nice, right? I like it. I'm going to start making those t-shirts STAT!<br /><br /><br />Get all caught up on <a href="http://www.imbringingbloggingback.com/celebrity-gossip/harriet-carter/">Harriet Carter</a> Wednesday and have a horrific cry over the latest and worst <a href="http://www.imbringingbloggingback.com/celebrity-gossip/harriet-carter/">Harriet Carter products</a> at the new ImBringingBloggingBack.com<br /><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31726224-7527587517512846589?l=imbringingbloggingback.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IBBBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07038279029084530051noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31726224.post-28937669661448568072009-01-07T06:59:00.000-05:002009-01-07T08:24:05.718-05:00<div align="justify"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SWQGyFDXxYI/AAAAAAAAJyo/fN8mh10ziCs/s1600-h/paula-abdul.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288359319859348866" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SWQGyFDXxYI/AAAAAAAAJyo/fN8mh10ziCs/s400/paula-abdul.jpg" /></a> Give me an M!</div><br /><div align="justify">Give me an E!</div><br /><div align="justify">Give me a D!</div><br /><div align="justify">Give me an S!</div><br /><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify">What does that spell? MEDS! What do you need? MEDS! What'd you forget to take? MEDS! MEDS! MEDS! MEDS!</div><br /><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify">Paula Abdul strapped on her high-heel sneakers, midget jeans, and put some 1982 tube socks on her arms and smiled, creepily, for the camera while she shot scenes for her terrible terrible terrible show (no, not American Idol) RAH! which filmed in New York City. Apparently you don't need a lot of anything to have an actual television show that's shown on, you know, actual television. Lucille Ball and Ed Sullivan must both be rolling around in their graves. I'm kidding. The worms have eaten them by now.<br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.myspace.com/ImBringingBloggingBack">www.myspace.com/ImBringingBloggingBack</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31726224-2893766966144856807?l=imbringingbloggingback.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IBBBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07038279029084530051noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31726224.post-73394668654415844952009-01-07T06:58:00.001-05:002009-01-07T08:22:10.394-05:00<div align="justify"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SWQQPJTaXyI/AAAAAAAAJyw/zzpoYTRu5CU/s1600-h/jamie-walters+copy.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 316px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 236px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288369714821226274" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SWQQPJTaXyI/AAAAAAAAJyw/zzpoYTRu5CU/s400/jamie-walters+copy.jpg" /></a> And the Christmas gifts just keep on coming. They. Keep. On. Coming.</div><br /><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">I was doing a little bloggy blogging with VH1 on in the background and all of a sudden I hear someone say, "And this guy comes up to me and was like 'Why'd you throw Donna down the stairs?'" I looked up and assumed I was dreaming. There is no way that there is someone else out there who is as obsessed with the episode of 90210 where Ray Pruit tosses Donna Martin down the stairs more than me?</div><br /><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">Well low and behold, it was actually Ray Pruit saying this. Apparently his real name is Jamie Walters and he's on a new reality show called "Confessions of a Teen Idol" in which all these old teen idols try to get back into the spotlight. Whatever.</div><br /><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">Jamie Walters was all pissed off, I guess, that randoms on the street would go up to him and ask him why he threw Donna Martin down the stairs. I was like, really? I would have thanked him for doing it and see if he would be willing to recreate the scene with me in a blond wig.</div><br /><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">So, between 90210 back on the air, talks of Tori Spelling renegotiating to get back into the new 90210, and now Jamie Walters in this reality show, I really think we have a fair shot of seeing these two making another love connection and then, of course, ending with an older Donna Martin getting flung down the stairs.</div><br /><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">I'll work on Mrs Teasley next.<br /></div><a href="http://www.myspace.com/ImBringingBloggingBack">www.myspace.com/ImBringingBloggingBack</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31726224-7339466865441584495?l=imbringingbloggingback.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IBBBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07038279029084530051noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31726224.post-85934014716962204452009-01-07T06:55:00.000-05:002009-01-07T08:22:52.466-05:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SWQAKSFyETI/AAAAAAAAJyg/weo_Aah8-F8/s1600-h/real-housewives.bmp"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288352039094587698" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SWQAKSFyETI/AAAAAAAAJyg/weo_Aah8-F8/s400/real-housewives.bmp" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SWQAKOI-cWI/AAAAAAAAJyY/6jckNPuh5Lg/s1600-h/real-housewives-2.bmp"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288352038034239842" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SWQAKOI-cWI/AAAAAAAAJyY/6jckNPuh5Lg/s400/real-housewives-2.bmp" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div align="justify"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SWQAKNWXLdI/AAAAAAAAJyQ/dyQsBZJ-u0U/s1600-h/real-housewives-3.bmp"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288352037821951442" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SWQAKNWXLdI/AAAAAAAAJyQ/dyQsBZJ-u0U/s400/real-housewives-3.bmp" /></a> The New York premiere of "Bride Wars" really brought out all the A-listers the other night. There were many celebrities there, but that's pretty boring. The Real Housewives of New York City also stopped by the blue carpet and it made me long for them. Of course crazy ass LuAnn Delesepps was there (minus her alleged coke and whoring), as was creepy Simon, his fire faced beard and Alex McCord who seemed to have dyed her hair to match the drapes of everyone in the family. Finally, the house favorite, Ramona Singer, had a little alone time on the carpet whilst her fellow castmates tried their best not to laugh directly at her.</div><br /><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify">If there could be a Housewives Allstar team I would choose: Romona Singer, Nene Leakes, Kim Zolciak, She By Sheree, and Vicki (in which I would sometimes substitute out for Jill Zarin). This would be the Olympic Dream Team.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>I'm a tool.<br /><br /></div><br /><div><a href="http://www.myspace.com/ImBringingBloggingBack">www.myspace.com/ImBringingBloggingBack</a></div><br /><div><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31726224-8593401471696220445?l=imbringingbloggingback.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IBBBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07038279029084530051noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31726224.post-1660532531289547542009-01-06T07:56:00.006-05:002009-12-20T10:11:00.254-05:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SWNfVfRjtsI/AAAAAAAAJxw/Y6_-afkA2FI/s1600-h/the-city-mtv+copy.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288175210240128706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 263px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SWNfVfRjtsI/AAAAAAAAJxw/Y6_-afkA2FI/s400/the-city-mtv+copy.jpg" border="0" /></a> <strong>Check Out IBBB's Update </strong><a href="http://www.imbringingbloggingback.com/celebrity-gossip/the-city-recaps/"><strong>The City Recap</strong></a><strong> Here!<br /></strong><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify">Before we even get into the "lack of episode" that took place last night on <a href="http://www.imbringingbloggingback.com/celebrity-gossip/the-city-recaps/">The City</a>, let's discus the opening credits. First, is it normal that as soon as I hear that cow bell during the opening my stomach starts to turn? Sometimes there's more excitement during the opening credits than there's in the entire show. But I digress. Second, I still admit that I love <a href="http://www.imbringingbloggingback.com/celebrity-gossip/olivia-palermo/">Olivia Palermo</a>. However, how come it looks like she's ready to fight me during her opening credits scene? She kinda squints her eyes and shakes her head "no." Perhaps she's trying to push one out. One can't be sure.</div><br /><div align="justify"></div><ul><br /><li><div align="justify">In this crapisode we get to see Erin "The Bangs Monster" and her new long distance boyfriend. He's from a country called "Canada." Very international. The conversation between The Bangs Monster, Whitney, and the long distance boyfriend is so painful that I actually considered changing the channel to watch a "Where are They Now" episode of <a href="http://www.imbringingbloggingback.com/celebrity-gossip/intervention/">Intervention on A&amp;E</a>. I decided to TIVO that instead. At one point they're talking about watching the Titanic or the Sound of Music and Whitney just cuts them off to tell them she's peacing out. I wish I was on the Titanic right now.</div></li><br /><li><div align="justify">Does Erin kinda also look like HOlly Montag, but with brown hair and bangs? She's a perfect mix between Holly Montag and that chick, Kimberly, that works with Heidi at Bolthouse. Maybe they're the same person? They probably are. Times are tough and they can't afford to pay all these different people. It's the whole "Michelle Tanner/Mary-Kate/Ashley Olsen" strategy.</div></li><br /><li><div align="justify">Why does Olivia always look pissed off no matter what Whitney says. I'm sure it's a glitch in the editing machine. I mean, Whitney's phone rings and Olivia looks down. Whitney starts to answer a question that Olivia asks and Olivia just looks away. She has what I like to call "4 second eye contact" in which she can only look at you for a maximum of 4 seconds and then needs to look away.</div></li><br /><li><div align="justify">Ozzy Bobby finds Whitney an apartment. Ok, let me just set the record straight for all of you out there watching The City and thinking that the apartments that Olivia, Whitney, and Erin have are what the apartments in NYC are like. They're not. First off, you wouldn't be able to even film in my apartment because it couldn't hold me, my friends, and the entire camera crew. Plus there would be no where to sit because I can only have an oversized love-seat....not a full couch....OR...two full couches like Whitney has. If I had to guess at what the rent is for Whitney, in a one-bedroom in Gramercy, on the 30th floor with unobstructed views, and a balcony....I would guess around $3,500-5,000 per month. Who's with me? I couldn't even guess how much Olivia's apartment in Tribeca costs. Perhaps she'll invite me over and I'll ask her. Stay tuned.</div></li><br /><li><div align="justify">As this episode of nothingness continues we get to see The Bangs Monster and her long distance boyfriend head out for drinks and basically talk about how much they love each other after dating for 2 weeks. Kill me. Although, it does look like he's about to jump her and do sex to her right there at the bar. Of course, they cut that part short. I wonder what Audrina is up to? I mean, I'm sure she's brushing her teeth in a bikini on the set of a photoshoot for Maxim, but I wonder what else she's doing?</div></li><br /><li><div align="justify">Ozzy Bobby and Erin help Whitney move in to her new apartment and by "help" I really mean "stand around and talk about saying 'I love you' to each other after only dating for 2 weeks." This freaks Whitney out and, well, that's about all.</div></li><br /><li><div align="justify">We learn, from Olivia's cousin, that if you spit in the subway you get a $100 ticket from the cops. What about the homeless dude that I saw peeing and then puking on the platform? How much does a ticket like that run?</div></li><br /><li><div align="justify">Finally this crap is over and I can go on with my life...which consists of watching that Intervention episode that I just TIVO'd. Whitney and Ozzy Bobby are out for faux-dinner and talk about the labels of being boyfriend and girlfriend. Jesus. Between Ozzy Bobby's accent and Whitney's speech impediment, you'd think they would have sub-titles during this conversation.</div></li><br /><li><div align="justify">Ozzy Bobby gives Whitney the old "I'm prioritizing my career" speech and Whitney wants to be a priority in Ozzy Bobby's life. Really? Why?</div></li><br /><li><div align="justify">I'm not really sure if anything was solved during this conversation, but then they played "If I Were a Boy" by Beyonce, so I'm guessing that Whitney doesn't want to be treated like that from Ozzy Bobby. Seriously, if they didn't have music in each episode I honestly don't think I'd know what was going on during the show.</div></li></ul><br /><p align="justify">Ok, so what did you guys think of this crap? I don't know if I have it in me to recap each episode this season. This show is kind of "bathroom break" material....meaning that during <a href="http://www.imbringingbloggingback.com/celebrity-gossip/the-hills-recap/">The Hills </a>when they would show this stuff, I would go to the bathroom. Was that not clear?</p><br />If you like this recap, maybe you'll like my <a href="http://www.imbringingbloggingback.com/celebrity-gossip/the-hills-recap/">The Hills Recap</a> or all things <a href="http://www.imbringingbloggingback.com/celebrity-gossip/kelly-cutrone/">Kelly Cutrone</a> like her new show <a href="http://www.imbringingbloggingback.com/celebrity-gossip/kell-on-earth/">Kell on Earth</a>. Or for ever more brain rot check out all things <a href="http://www.imbringingbloggingback.com/celebrity-gossip/snooki-from-jersey-shore/">Snooki</a> from Jersey Shore and the rest of the d-bag gang with my <a href="http://www.imbringingbloggingback.com/celebrity-gossip/mtv-jersey-shore/">Jersey Shore Recap</a>. From <a href="http://www.imbringingbloggingback.com/2009/12/07/who-punches-snooki-in-the-face-on-jersey-shore-you-ask/">Snooki punched </a>to <a href="http://www.imbringingbloggingback.com/celebrity-gossip/harriet-carter/">Harriet Carter</a> product reviews and all other things <a href="http://www.imbringingbloggingback.com/">celebrity gossip</a> related, IBBB is your one stop shop to rot your brain. You're welcome!<br /><div><a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.facebook.com/people/Patrick-Varone/1591687454">Let's Be Facebook Friends!</a></div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31726224-166053253128954754?l=imbringingbloggingback.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IBBBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07038279029084530051noreply@blogger.com36tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31726224.post-90661490601028610912009-01-05T13:04:00.002-05:002009-01-05T13:13:11.666-05:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SWJLzkbbU7I/AAAAAAAAJxo/-MAY_Z12Nkw/s1600-h/paris.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287872261810508722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SWJLzkbbU7I/AAAAAAAAJxo/-MAY_Z12Nkw/s400/paris.jpg" border="0" /></a> Who poses that serious with someone dressed up as a monkey? In other news...<br /><br /><a href="http://agentbedhead.com/index.php/archive/bedhead-hall-of-shame-the-gotti-guidos/"><strong>~ Gotti Guidos Hall of Shame ~ ABH</strong></a><strong><br /></strong><a href="http://www.webstersismybitch.com/2009/01/copycat-2.php"><strong>~ The Friends Dress Like Friends ~ Websters</strong></a><strong><br /></strong><a href="http://www.celebritysmackblog.com/2009/01/05/tara-reid-to-check-out-of-rehab-soon/"><strong>~ Tara Reid Pretty Much Cured ~ CS</strong></a><strong><br /></strong><a href="http://ayyyy.com/2009/01/05/ayyyy-puzzle-corner-49/"><strong>~ Child Stars Puzzle! ~ Ayyyy</strong></a><strong><br /></strong><a href="http://poponthepop.com/2009/01/02/lindsay-lohan-and-samantha-ronson-have-another-fight-on-flight-home-from-nye-party/"><strong>~ A Lohan/Ronson Fight Flight ~ POTP</strong></a><strong><br /></strong><a href="http://idontwantyourlife.com/?p=23307"><strong>~ Katy Perry Tones it Down ~ IDWYL</strong></a><strong><br /></strong><a href="http://www.fatbackmedia.com/2009/01/02/77-days-till-spring/"><strong>~ Kristin Cavallari: Beachside ~ FB</strong></a><strong><br /></strong><a href="http://bricksandstonesgossip.com/2009/01/05/katie-holmes-keeping-the-ny-economy-alive/"><strong>~ Katie Holmes is Helping with the Bailout ~ BS</strong></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.myspace.com/ImBringingBloggingBack">www.myspace.com/ImBringingBloggingBack</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31726224-9066149060102861091?l=imbringingbloggingback.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IBBBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07038279029084530051noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31726224.post-4591303074387773142009-01-05T08:14:00.004-05:002009-01-05T08:25:49.830-05:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SWIIAgkh-jI/AAAAAAAAJxg/J_IsH44SpZg/s1600-h/aubrey.bmp"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287797717322562098" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SWIIAgkh-jI/AAAAAAAAJxg/J_IsH44SpZg/s400/aubrey.bmp" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SWIIAnJvWoI/AAAAAAAAJxY/tvm7tRvtcbI/s1600-h/aubrey-2.bmp"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 222px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287797719089240706" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SWIIAnJvWoI/AAAAAAAAJxY/tvm7tRvtcbI/s400/aubrey-2.bmp" /></a><br /><div align="justify">Aubrey O'Day, aka Syphilicious, is still alive and kicking. I figured she would have dried up and wilted after having her arse kicked out of Danity Kane. Well I was wrong. Syphilicious poured herself into some black pants, grabbed her Tyra Banks wig off of her nightstand, and headed out to the after party for the final performance of Hairspray in New York City last night.</div><br /><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">There's been no word if Aubrey will once again join Danity Kane or there will even be a Danity Kane, but last week on Craigslist they were looking for obsessive fans of the the group for Making the Band, so you know Diddy has something up his sleeve. Hopefully he has a facecloth up his sleeve so he can clean Aubrey similar to the way a cat cleans her young. Meow.</div><br /><div><a href="http://www.myspace.com/ImBringingBloggingBack">www.myspace.com/ImBringingBloggingBack</a></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31726224-459130307438777314?l=imbringingbloggingback.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IBBBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07038279029084530051noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31726224.post-34138108389353407542009-01-05T07:30:00.001-05:002009-01-05T08:25:16.494-05:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SV_3xeyOFLI/AAAAAAAAJw4/E42h2MZUpTU/s1600-h/heidi-montag-2009.bmp"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287216917005604018" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SV_3xeyOFLI/AAAAAAAAJw4/E42h2MZUpTU/s400/heidi-montag-2009.bmp" /></a><br /><br /><div align="justify"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SV_3xN_GHxI/AAAAAAAAJww/BsWVddYn-tU/s1600-h/ashlee-simpson.bmp"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 271px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287216912496205586" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SV_3xN_GHxI/AAAAAAAAJww/BsWVddYn-tU/s400/ashlee-simpson.bmp" /></a><br />No folks, your hungover eyes are not playing tricks on you. The pictures above are actually of two separate people. First, we have the talented singer with a new nose, new chin, and new boobs. Her name is Heidi Montag. She was also on a reality show on MTV. Second, we have a talented singer with a new nose, new chin, and new boobs. Her name is Ashlee Simpson. She was also on a reality show on MTV. See the difference?</div><br /><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">Both Ashlee and Heidi were the "big stars" at Pure Nightclub inside of Caesars Palace in Las Vegas (baby) for the New Years Eve party. What joy. Seeing these two together makes me want to reinforce to the little girls of America (and possibly even parts of Canada) that anyone can make anything of themselves, even without the talent. All you need is either a semi-famous sibling or a reality show with low morals. Live that American Dream!<br /></div><div><a href="http://www.myspace.com/ImBringingBloggingBack">www.myspace.com/ImBringingBloggingBack</a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31726224-3413810838935340754?l=imbringingbloggingback.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IBBBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07038279029084530051noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31726224.post-46936081197970263152009-01-05T07:10:00.002-05:002009-01-05T08:24:44.564-05:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SV_52gTF_7I/AAAAAAAAJxQ/R88MXrM71GE/s1600-h/samantha-harris.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287219202334523314" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SV_52gTF_7I/AAAAAAAAJxQ/R88MXrM71GE/s400/samantha-harris.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SV_52FiuKJI/AAAAAAAAJxI/SRjxVjRpVh0/s1600-h/seth-mcfarland.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287219195152312466" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SV_52FiuKJI/AAAAAAAAJxI/SRjxVjRpVh0/s400/seth-mcfarland.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div align="justify"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SV_51w0uhfI/AAAAAAAAJxA/1fOssukqpbY/s1600-h/seth-macfarlane.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287219189590689266" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SV_51w0uhfI/AAAAAAAAJxA/1fOssukqpbY/s400/seth-macfarlane.jpg" /></a><br />You know that chick from E! News and Dancing With the Stars whose voice doesn't match her body? Yeah, well her name is Samantha Harris and she had a birthday party. Riveting, right? Well I wanted to see who attends a "Samantha Harris" party at the Blush Nightclub at Wynn in Viva Las Vegas.</div><br /><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify">I have no clue why I find this so fascinating, but one of my idols, Seth MacFarlane was there. And.....yeah.....uh, that's about it. I have no clue what the connection is between Seth and Sarah, but he seems to show up with all the random people. Remember when he and Amanda Bynes were spotted together for like 2-weeks? No idea. Pretty pointless, I know. However, I felt like writing about it and, well, this is my blog so I make up the rules. I also make up laws, but that's another story for another time for different people under different circumstances.</div><br /><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify">The end.<br /></div><br /><div><a href="http://www.myspace.com/ImBringingBloggingBack">www.myspace.com/ImBringingBloggingBack</a></div><br /><div><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31726224-4693608119797026315?l=imbringingbloggingback.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IBBBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07038279029084530051noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31726224.post-17666254620680255092009-01-05T07:01:00.002-05:002009-01-05T08:24:21.582-05:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SV_2-e1J2wI/AAAAAAAAJwo/eTDkhjZRs0I/s1600-h/latoya-2.bmp"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 251px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287216040844581634" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SV_2-e1J2wI/AAAAAAAAJwo/eTDkhjZRs0I/s400/latoya-2.bmp" /></a><br /><br /><div align="justify"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SV_15phAIvI/AAAAAAAAJwg/47wkcvax1hU/s1600-h/latoya-jackson.bmp"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 288px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287214858301874930" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SV_15phAIvI/AAAAAAAAJwg/47wkcvax1hU/s400/latoya-jackson.bmp" /></a> Oh LaToya! You best be gettin' that switch from the tree and give it to Papa Joe because you're gonna catch the New Years beatin' of your life. He heeeeee! Shamore!</div><br /><br /><div align="justify">LaToya Jackson dusted off the shell of her former self and attended the Celebrity Big Brother 2009 red carpet in England over the weekend. Celebrity? Big Brother? Oh yeah? Well that's pretty optimistic. Although, I am glad that we live in a world where a Jackson's nose isn't hanging off. </div><br /><br /><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify">Oh well. Just dance, it'll be ok da da doo doo. Spin that record LaToya da da doo doo.<br /></div><br /><div><a href="http://www.myspace.com/ImBringingBloggingBack">www.myspace.com/ImBringingBloggingBack</a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31726224-1766625462068025509?l=imbringingbloggingback.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IBBBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07038279029084530051noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31726224.post-14233533433402037592009-01-05T07:00:00.001-05:002009-01-05T08:23:58.610-05:00<div align="justify"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SV_yRkdYWJI/AAAAAAAAJwY/qmKHFTa3cP0/s1600-h/Baby+New+Year.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287210871214856338" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SV_yRkdYWJI/AAAAAAAAJwY/qmKHFTa3cP0/s400/Baby+New+Year.jpg" /></a> Happy Belated New Year to all the IBBB readers and those of you who accidentally ended up here. Welcome and goodbye, all at the same time. I enjoyed some much needed time off from my "real" work and got to enjoy the majority of the month with my family and friends in Boston. Nothing grounds you and recharges you more than that. It was a great time home.</div><br /><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify">2008 was a great year for IBBB, I must admit. It was my first full year in NYC, I landed a Dentyne Ice Commercial, have been featured a couple of times of Sirius Satellite Radio, was lucky enough to interview Chelsea Handler, became a t-shirt model for JerseySucks.net and had endless other auditions...that I could never seem to close. Overall, it was a great year and 2009 looks to be even better!</div><br /><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify">At some point this craptastic site will be redesigned with a new look and feel. I mean, I believe it when I see it, but I'm hopeful. As you all know I've never been into this blog for the money, but just as a way make some people laugh even for just a few minutes a day (awwww). I thank you for your continued support of this site and all things IBBB. I look forward to more brain-rot on a daily basis.</div><br /><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify">Buckle up for 2009 kids. Nowhere but up.<br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.myspace.com/ImBringingBloggingBack">www.myspace.com/ImBringingBloggingBack</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31726224-1423353343340203759?l=imbringingbloggingback.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IBBBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07038279029084530051noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31726224.post-10481674441593865202008-12-30T07:00:00.003-05:002008-12-30T09:06:17.335-05:00<div align="justify"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SVmSBbGZk2I/AAAAAAAAJwQ/05c0IvrZaOs/s1600-h/Whitney-Port-The-City.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285416190848111458" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SVmSBbGZk2I/AAAAAAAAJwQ/05c0IvrZaOs/s400/Whitney-Port-The-City.jpg" /></a> Yes, my photoshopping skill level has officially hit "tilt." Well the moment we've all been waiting for is finally upon us. Nope, not world peace. I'm talking about the season premiere of The City. Within the first few minutes we really get to learn a lot about how this season will go.<br /><br /></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">First off, The Hills editing machine must have pieces of Spencer Pratt's Santa Pubes beard still stuck in it because the editing train has fallen off the tracks. We learn this when Whitney is basically dumped off at her desk on her first day of work and her new co-worker, Olivia Palermo, walks in. I know I'll get a lot of crap for this, but for now I'm sticking with my original thoughts on Olivia. She's hot. Sure she probably drips douche when she sweats, but I'm fine with that. Anyway, Whitney and Olivia have this cockamamie conversation like they're life long friends and not at all like they're awkward new co-workers. Olivia informs us of a party she's having on her roof, but at this point she hasn't invited Whitney. Perhaps she's never seen Whitney throw "air punches" in the Hollywood Hills? Watch out Palermo! The looks that Whitney and Olivia were giving each other looked like they were drawn in with comic-strip animation...or worse yet, Japanimation. Is that a real thing, by the way?<br /><br /></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">Whitey and her faux-boyfriend who I will only refer to as "Ozzy Bobby" grab a quick dinner in the Meat Packing District, which is right near my favorite NYC hotel, The Gannsevoort. Now that I know Whit and crew film near there I will be sure to raise my stalking alert system to "red."<br /><br /></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">As the episode progresses I start to miss Lauren Conrad and those lines under her eyes. I even miss her holiday mustache. It's not as fun watching Whitney say things like "thinkinK" and "keepinK" to other people. I feel like the child of divorced parents. I will try everything I can to get Whitney and Lauren back together on The Hills. I'll be thinkinK of a plan over the cominK season.<br /><br /></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">So does everyone know Olivia? And does everyone hate her? It seems like everyone knows her and is like "ugh" when they hear her name. I mean, I requested her as a friend on Myspace about 3 months ago and asked her if she wanted to answer some questions for IBBB. I mean, she never responded to me at all, but I'm sure she's nice, you know, like deep down inside. Like real deep. I'm talking deep.....like down near her vaginastein.<br /><br /></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">Is Whitney's roommate/friend, Erin, really that chick Kimberly who works for Heidi at Bolthouse? I think it is. Either that or she stole her bangs from the set of The Hills and is wearing them on the set of The City. I have to admit, I kinda like her. She seems real and I bet she drinks beer and swears a lot. She's my kind of girl.....even with Tyra Bank's bangs. By the way, the party at Olivia's roof looks like a living nightmare. Someone mentioned playing a game of "Fashion Trivia" and I swear to God I think I saw a white light and I tried to go into it. Alas, it was a glare from the TV and I bumped my head. Luckily I came to once the "dinner party from hell" was coming to a close. Although, I did think I heard Olivia ask Whitney 15 times why Ozzy Bobby wasn't there. Perhaps they filmed that scene over the course of 10 weeks.<br /><br /></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">Ugh. So they decided to air two episodes back to back. I'm already tired. Basically here's what went down in the second episode....<br /><br /></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">That dude, Alex, from The Hills episode had lunch with Whitney and spilled the scripted beans that Ozzy Bobby may have gone home with some d-bag named Danielle. Fast forward. Whitney confronts Ozzy Bobby and he denies they technically went home together, but only shared a cab. Have you ever been in a NYC cab? You can pretty much have sex, sit in the cab for nine months, and then give birth in the backseat of the cab and the cab driver won't say anything to you. Therefore, he technically doesn't have to "go home with her."<br /><br /></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">Later "the new friends gang" heads out to Tenjune and Alex is "randomly" there and by "randomly" I actually mean "planted." This is the same crap they used to pull with Lauren and Heidi in The Hills Season 3. Remember that awkward encounter at "Ketchup?"<br /><br /></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">Anyway, Ozzy Bobby and Alex get into an "F you" fight about rumors and blah and blah and everyone is trashed and blah and I kinda wish I was drunk too, but I'm giving my liver a break until New Years and blah. Meanwhile, Alex's roommate is almost on all fours whispering in Whitney's air about Ozzy Bobby, etc.<br /><br /></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">The fight was pretty fun to watch because I was sure that Alex's winter hat would go flying off his head once Ozzy Bobby cold-cocked him. Cold-cocked. That's a funny word. However, it took the most embarrassing turn when Alex ended the bitch-fight by saying, "I only have one thing to say. The truth will reveal itself." Really? That's like the "words of wisdom" that Whitney used to bestow upon Lauren. Did I mention I miss Lauren's mustache? Actually come to think of it didn't the actual Justin Bobby once say something about "truth and time" to Audrina and her teeth? Are they sharing from the same script?<br /><br /></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">Finally, Kelly CUNTrone stops on by to talk with Whitney and I officially take back every mean thing I've ever said about her. That crazy son-of-a-bitch is real and she keeps it real. Even Kelly seem shocked that Olivia had a job. Finally, someone said it! And I don't mean that against my future wife, Olivia, but for the majority of the cast that are making more money filming The City than actually working regular jobs. Also, I think Kelly brushed her hair, so that was a nice change of pace from The Hills.<br /><br /></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">In the end, I actually will say this show wasn't so bad. It's pretty much like The Hills from Season 2, when it seemed like it wasn't overly scripted but just slightly coached. And, Whitney actually seems like a good person (yes I just said that). I'm going to give this new show a shot and I suggest you do the same.<br /><br /></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">I would personally like to thank Adam DiVello for producing this show, as The Hills has changed my life, as well as Sean Travis and, of course, Liz Gately. I have seen these names flash by in the credits for the past 3 years of The Hills and now The City....so I feel that we should all be thanking/blaming Adam, Sean, and Liz. Thanks guys.<br /><br /></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">So what did you guys think??????</div><br /><a href="http://www.myspace.com/ImBringingBloggingBack">www.myspace.com/ImBringingBloggingBack</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31726224-1048167444159386520?l=imbringingbloggingback.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IBBBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07038279029084530051noreply@blogger.com25tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31726224.post-64191849255707955282008-12-25T07:00:00.000-05:002008-12-25T07:00:03.551-05:00<div align="justify"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SVL9Xiko3MI/AAAAAAAAJwA/syK-fv77B9Q/s1600-h/santa.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 264px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283563893718310082" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SVL9Xiko3MI/AAAAAAAAJwA/syK-fv77B9Q/s400/santa.jpg" /></a> IBBB would like to wish all of you a very safe, happy, and drunken Christmas. If you're reading this today you are probably not celebrating Christmas and, if so, good luck in hell. For those of you who aren't celebrating Christmas, Christmas is a special day in which Mother Mary and Joseph (who was really a plumber...the "carpenter" thing from the Bible was just misinterpreted) sailed on the Nina, the Pinta, and the Santa Maria in order to make it over to Plymouth Rock and trade in their cows for magic beans in which they could plant a magic beanstock that would grow up to the sky so that they could give birth to the baby Jesus on top of a cloud and cure global warming. It's a special day. </div><br /><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify">IBBB will be off for a few days, so in the meantime check out some of my other blogging friends who are much more committed than I am. Ole!<br /></div><br /><br /><a href="http://agentbedhead.com/index.php/archive/robbie-we-hardly-knew-ye/"><strong>~ That Dude from Twilight Went to Super Cuts ~ ABH</strong></a><strong><br /></strong><a href="http://www.webstersismybitch.com/2008/12/sacred.php"><strong>~ Hef Traded Down ~ Websters</strong></a><strong><br /></strong><a href="http://www.celebritysmackblog.com/2008/12/24/amy-winehouse-keeps-her-top-on/"><strong>~ A Special Winehouse Vacation ~ CS</strong></a><strong><br /></strong><a href="http://ayyyy.com/2008/12/23/heidi-montag-promoting-the-hills/"><strong>~ More of Heidi Montag's Rack ~ Ayyyy</strong></a><strong><br /></strong><a href="http://poponthepop.com/2008/12/24/im-on-twitter-yall/"><strong>~ POTP Hits Up Twitter ~ POTP</strong></a><strong><br /></strong><a href="http://idontwantyourlife.com/?p=22866"><strong>~ Lauren Conrad's Christmas Mustache ~ IDWYL</strong></a><strong><br /></strong><a href="http://www.fatbackmedia.com/2008/12/24/ashlee-simpson-breast-milkyum/"><strong>~ Drink Up a Little Ashlee Simpson ~ FB</strong></a><strong><br /></strong><a href="http://bricksandstonesgossip.com/2008/12/23/happy-holidays-from-britney-spears/"><strong>~ A Britney Spears Christmas ~ BS</strong></a><strong><br /></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31726224-6419184925570795528?l=imbringingbloggingback.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IBBBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07038279029084530051noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31726224.post-79985012612502483082008-12-23T07:00:00.002-05:002009-02-06T14:10:14.108-05:00<div align="justify"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SVBQg_UEL0I/AAAAAAAAJv4/aTWzuEUpvLg/s1600-h/the-hills-sucks-sp-new_edited-1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282810890587221826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SVBQg_UEL0I/AAAAAAAAJv4/aTWzuEUpvLg/s400/the-hills-sucks-sp-new_edited-1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div align="justify"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SVBQgts1bUI/AAAAAAAAJvw/7maR1kPug1s/s1600-h/the-hills-bombs-sp_edited-1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282810885859274050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 339px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SVBQgts1bUI/AAAAAAAAJvw/7maR1kPug1s/s400/the-hills-bombs-sp_edited-1.jpg" border="0" /></a> Wow. Season 4. Yup. Yeah, so. Er....uh. Hmmm. Yow. Eesh. Yuckeroo. Sorta at a loss for words. Lives were saved. Conflicts in the Middle East, resolved. Diseases cured. That'll wrap up the entire 4th season. </div><br /><div align="justify">In what is the last <a href="http://www.imbringingbloggingback.com/celebrity-gossip/the-hills-recap/">The Hills</a> Recap from IBBB of Season 4, let us dry our drunken eyes and come together as one. And by "one" I, of course, mean "a large group of tools." Hoe's perhaps? Be sure to check back at IBBB next week for the first recap of "The City." That's right. I'm selling out and recapping that too.</div><br /><div align="justify">Here's what went down on the season finale (finally) of The Hills Season 4: Scripted Boogaloo:</div><br /><ul><br /><li>Heidi is back to work at Crackhouse with Brent and Side-Bangs. She tells Brent of her weekend in Mexico and how she got married. Apparently, Brent lives in a powerless cave and didn't hear the news of the wedding. Heidi tells Brent it was the craziest thing she's ever done. Really? The craziest? The breast implants, not so crazy? The chin surgery, pretty tame? How about that time you got your lips done and you looked like your vagina was stapled to your face? No, that wasn't crazy either? Eh, ok.</li><br /><li>Seriously? Justin Bobby is on a motorcycle with a sparkly silver helmet, overalls, handlebars that are about 5 feet above the motorcycle, and Audrina looks like she's sitting in stadium seating behind him. They could totally end the episode with this scene and I would be totally fine with it. Hell, end the entire series with this scene. Well worth it.</li><br /><li>J Bob and Oddrina are out in Palm Springs celebrating their 5th on camera conversation together and J Bob pops the champagne and almost takes out Oddrina's two front teef. Justin Robert (Bobby) gives us all crazy eyes and calls Oddy "dude" about 10 times, but not before telling her that "she's in trouble now, dude." So to the young kids out there who found IBBB via "the Google" let me explain what J Bob meant by that. You see, J Bob is going to plow Audrina with the same force that the plow outside of your house, during this past weekends snow storm, caved in your driveway. And just when the plowing finally stops and you can catch your breath from shoveling it out, the plow comes (giggity) by again and dumps even more white stuff all over your private property. So, uh, we all caught up now? Cliff Notes: Audrina becomes a woman.</li><br /><li>Yeah, so Darlene Montag and Steve Sanders are having a "stare-off" with each other before Heidi walks on to the set of her apartment. As a sidenote, is Steve Sanders beard starting to grow into his mouth?</li><br /><li>When Darlene starts to cry, I immediately look for my passport so I can deny my citizenship. The only thing that makes me feel less embarrassed is by forcing myself to think of Darlene making sweet Crested Butte love to that damn horse that Heidi grew up with. That damn horse. He gets me every time. Sniff sniff.</li><br /><li>Meanwhile, Justin Bobby and Audrina are having a romantic dinner and J Bob is dressed like that chimney sweeper from Mary Poppins. I'm trying not to make too many jokes as I have the same shirt and hat J Bob is sporting. If only I could get my mustache to connect to my chin beard, I could dress up as J Bob for Halloween. Maybe if I try to start growing it out now I'll be ready for next October. Oh, and by the way, Justin gave Oddy some sort of a ring that I'm pretty sure he vomited up from his stomach and out of his mouth. It looks like that silver sparkly pipe cleaner that your 3rd grade teacher would bring in for Arts and Crafts and force you to make reindeer antlers with during Christmas. You know, the one that you attached to the big wooden spoon. Anyone? Crickets. Anyway, that gift is the worst. Actually, you wanna know what gift is technically worse than that? I once gave someone I was dating some Christmas stuff because I wouldn't see them for the holiday. This consisted of a tree ornament with their name on it and a Christmas candle. Wanna know what I got in return? Dumped the next day. True story. No joke.</li><br /><li>Fast forward to that "party" that Crackhouse is throwing. It's all black-tie and Sandy Sanders is there dressed like Macy Gray. Heidi and Side-Bangs are talking about the party and then say "Let's go look at the party." As the'yre walking through the party to look at the party they're actually saying, "Wow, look at this party." Wow. Kill me. For real. I won't press charges if you only paralyze me and not technically kill me.</li><br /><li>Well, it's the moment we've all been waiting for since the end of Season 2. Heidi. And. Lauren. Are. About. To. Talk. Buckle up, bitches.</li><br /><li>Er. Uh. Ouch. Awkward. Lauren and Heidi literally stare at each other for a good 10 seconds and Lauren says, "I hate this is awkward." It actually gets even more awkward because Lauren then rests her entire chin on her champagne glass. If Heidi did that the whole damn glass would have shattered, but I digress.</li><br /><li>So who thinks this scene was scripted? Will you stop reading this if I say that I think the conversation is kinda real? I say this because typically when the scenes are scripted (99.98% of the time) Heidi is talking with her eyebrows pointed in and all of her sentences end with her sounding like she's asking a question. This time, however, Heidi gives us the "for-real-ugly-cry" when Lauren starts to ask Heidi about her mom (she should have asked about the horse too). </li><br /><li>I also think this is kind of real because Heidi does admit that she does miss Lauren, but knows that their situation won't be changing any time soon. Oh, and the #1 reason why I think this may NOT have been scripted is because Heidi later asks Lauren if she's been "working out a lot." Yeah, no. She said that. Now there's a chance that she accidentally read one of Brody's lines to some chick at the bar, but Brody was not in this episode, so I pretty much am buying all the crap that these two dirt-bags are spewing out. Anyone with me?</li><br /><li>Sidenote: Lauren and Heidi's conversation and interaction was very reminiscent of Season 1 and Season 2 when they actually talked without reading lines. Regardless, even if these two really hate each other why can't they just pretend to like each other for Season 5? While they're at it, I'd love in next season if they all acknowledge that they're on a television show. Eh, more on that at another time.</li><br /><li>Back at Casa de Chin, Darlene and Steve Sanders have the same exact argument that they had earlier in the season. I'm over it.</li><br /><li>Finally, in the end, Heidi, Steve, and Sandy Sanders arrive at the "City Hall" that looks like the same "City Hall" from The Brady Bunch. Sandy Sanders tries to talk some scripted sense into Steve Sanders about not getting married there and giving Heidi the wedding she really wanted...with her mom....blah blah blah. End scene.</li><br /><li>Sweet! I'm pretty sure that the judge in the courtroom is Roz from "Night Court!" Hooray! I'm glad that Roz got work again!</li><br /><li>Stop. The. Press. Heidi's middle name is "Blaire?" Like, "Blair" from "Facts of Life?" What a treat. I may have been typing when she said it, but I assume the judge called Steve Sanders by his full name too.....Steven Santa Pubes Sanders.</li><br /><li>Steve Sanders never gets to say his "vows" because he wants to make sure that Heidi is ok and if she wants her mom there. Heidi cries again and her chin almost dislocates from her face and says she does, in fact, want her mom there....and her horse from Crested Butte....and her old chin (which is wrapped up on a Tiffany's box and placed in the Smithsonian Institute in Washington DC, along with a piece of the Berlin Wall). They don't get "legally" or "scriptedly" married and they all leave the court house.</li></ul><br /><p>Well, that's it, kids. Another season bites the dust and bites me in the ass. Until next time, I bid you a fond (and scripted) farewell. I thank you for sticking with IBBB week after week and day after day. </p><br /><p>What did you all think of the season finale? What was fake? What was real? What should happen in Season 5?<br /></p><br /><p><a href="http://www.myspace.com/ImBringingBloggingBack">www.myspace.com/ImBringingBloggingBack</a></p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31726224-7998501261250248308?l=imbringingbloggingback.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IBBBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07038279029084530051noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31726224.post-51726988619870844712008-12-22T07:56:00.002-05:002008-12-22T08:06:55.350-05:00<div align="justify"><a href="http://agentbedhead.com/index.php/archive/a-crapload-of-scientology-updates/"><strong>~ Get Your Celebrity Scientology Updates! ~ ABH</strong></a><strong><br /></strong><a href="http://www.webstersismybitch.com/2008/12/clockwork-retard.php"><strong>~ What Happened to Aguilera?? ~ Websters</strong></a><strong><br /></strong><a href="http://www.celebritysmackblog.com/2008/12/19/help-spread-christmas-spirit-by-a-click-of-the-mouse/"><strong>~ Read This for a Good Cause! ~ CS</strong></a><strong><br /></strong><a href="http://ayyyy.com/2008/12/19/flaunt-magazine-anniversary-party-roundup/"><strong>~ Flaunt Magazine Round Up ~ Ayyyy</strong></a><strong><br /></strong><a href="http://poponthepop.com/2008/12/22/amy-winehouse-topless-pics-amy-winehouse-topless-photos/"><strong>~ Get Your Winehouse Rack! ~ POTP</strong></a><strong><br /></strong><a href="http://www.fatbackmedia.com/2008/12/19/katie-holmes-is-an-old-lady/"><strong>~ How Old is Katie Holmes? 42? 55? ~ FB</strong></a><strong><br /></strong><a href="http://idontwantyourlife.com/?p=22714"><strong>~ Who Has Rodent Mouth? ~ IDWYL</strong></a><strong><br /></strong><a href="http://bricksandstonesgossip.com/2008/12/21/kendra-wilkinson-has-gone-conservative/"><strong>~ Kendra Wilkinson, Ready for the White House ~ BS</strong></a><strong><br /></strong><br /><a href="http://www.myspace.com/ImBringingBloggingBack">www.myspace.com/ImBringingBloggingBack</a> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31726224-5172698861987084471?l=imbringingbloggingback.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IBBBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07038279029084530051noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31726224.post-86368263704906874782008-12-22T07:05:00.001-05:002008-12-22T07:43:22.686-05:00<div align="justify"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SU7M98nw0DI/AAAAAAAAJvY/VKMTFejQcmo/s1600-h/the-hills-jokes.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 399px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282384777569161266" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SU7M98nw0DI/AAAAAAAAJvY/VKMTFejQcmo/s400/the-hills-jokes.jpg" /></a> I've always wondered what it would be like to write creepy comic-strip jokes in the Sunday paper. A normal Sunday paper would never hire me, so I've decided to write my own "Hills Comic Strip." Clearly I have a knack for cheesy jokes and, well, Heidi and Steve Sanders basically write this crap themselves. </div><br /><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">IBBB can now check this off his list. Only 23,426 more things left to do!</div><br /><br /><div><a href="http://www.myspace.com/ImBringingBloggingBack">www.myspace.com/ImBringingBloggingBack</a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31726224-8636826370490687478?l=imbringingbloggingback.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IBBBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07038279029084530051noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31726224.post-69072544516096934852008-12-22T07:01:00.002-05:002008-12-22T07:42:55.394-05:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SU7Od5266pI/AAAAAAAAJvg/ysBSrM8z86s/s1600-h/pam-anderson-2.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 248px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282386426094873234" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SU7Od5266pI/AAAAAAAAJvg/ysBSrM8z86s/s400/pam-anderson-2.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="justify"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SU7Odwx8agI/AAAAAAAAJvo/p6FjVtVD7Ro/s1600-h/pam-anderson-1.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282386423658080770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SU7Odwx8agI/AAAAAAAAJvo/p6FjVtVD7Ro/s400/pam-anderson-1.jpg" /></a> IBBB remembers the days when Pam Anderson could do no wrong. I was a sophomore in high school and Baywatch was the closest thing to free porn one could find. Ah simpler days. Better times. Bad acne. I remember it well.</div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">Well times they are a-changin'. Pam, as you all know, has hit the wall. Then she fell through it. Then an acme anvil fell on her. Then the Road Runner ran by and took a #2 on her. Sad, really.<br /></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">Pammy Pants Anderson was spotted leaving Vegas and heading back to sunny Los Angeles over the weekend where she can show new strangers on the street her bum-bum and rack-a-doodle. I'm sure the good people of LA were missing it.<br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /></div><div><a href="http://www.myspace.com/ImBringingBloggingBack">www.myspace.com/ImBringingBloggingBack</a></div><div><br /><br /></div><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31726224-6907254451609693485?l=imbringingbloggingback.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IBBBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07038279029084530051noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31726224.post-44117562970624336612008-12-22T07:00:00.001-05:002008-12-22T07:42:24.586-05:00<div align="justify"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SU6-VfW4a8I/AAAAAAAAJvA/5uujK9jyd9M/s1600-h/snowstorm.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 220px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 301px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282368689356172226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SU6-VfW4a8I/AAAAAAAAJvA/5uujK9jyd9M/s400/snowstorm.jpg" /></a>Dear Mr. Snowstorm,</div><br /><div align="justify"><br />Hey there how are you? Yeah, I'm ok thanks for asking. I'm a little aggravated, actually. What is it about your snow that makes people act insane? No really, I'd like to know. Sure there's some white fluffy stuff, similar to cotton balls, falling from the sky but what is it about that that makes everyone drive like knives, fire, and newborn babies are falling from the sky? I was lucky enough to be driving behind a station wagon (apparently those still exist) and you would have thought this driver completely lost their steering wheel. I actually was hoping they were drunk and not driving this way because of the weather. This station wagon, that somehow turned itself into a runaway train, was all over the highway and they kept slamming on their breaks. Good move. I hear that when there is snow and ice on the ground nothing keeps your car in full control quite like slamming on the breaks. This was especially entertaining because there weren't any other cars in front of the "runaway train." On one occasion when I was forced to slam on my break and pray to my sweet Jesus not to have me go face first through the windshield, I got close enough to the said station wagon to notice that this car has traveled all the way from Idaho. That explains it. Thanks Idaho, your state is borderline pointless!</div><br /><div align="justify"><br />Moving on, I made it to my destination after watching about 10 other cars fishtail all over the highway and just needed to find a place to park. Simple, right? Yeah, no. Apparently when there's snow on the ground, especially in a parking lot, people forget where the parking lines are. Yup, I guess the lime green Volkswagen Beetle thinks it's an 18-wheeler and parked in about 3 spaces. No joke, at one point I think the car was parked horizontally. I won't lie and say I didn't say a quick prayer that I would end up passing this car hours later and see it all ablaze and in a ditch on the side of the highway. Fingers crossed.</div><br /><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify">So in the end I found a place to park, called a cab to pick me up from my parking space, and even breezed by the freakshow ringing the bell and asking for spare change. Who carries around "spare change" anymore? Is this 1989? I didn't even know they made "change" anymore.</div><br /><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify">Perhaps though, my personal favorite, is sitting home and seeing constant coverage of the snow storm on the news. Oh and by "constant coverage" I really do mean "constant coverage." It is definitely important to interview that person who is heading off to the supermarket to get their last minute food because God forbid they can't stuff their fat faces with Twinkies and brownies for a full 24-hrs. They could possibly die from lack from junk food during a snowstorm.</div><br /><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify">Ahhhh Mr Snowstorm, you really bring out the best in me. You make me pray negative prayers and think negative thoughts, yet you somehow forced me to remember that both spare change and Idaho are two things that are still in existence. Thank you for reminding me. It's times like these that really make me yearn for the days of hearing that perfect stranger say to me, "Hot enough for ya?!"</div><br /><br /><br />Luke-Warm Regards,<br />IBBB<br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div><a href="http://www.myspace.com/ImBringingBloggingBack">www.myspace.com/ImBringingBloggingBack</a> </div><br /><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31726224-4411756297062433661?l=imbringingbloggingback.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IBBBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07038279029084530051noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31726224.post-88083469235479634762008-12-22T06:59:00.001-05:002008-12-22T07:42:04.205-05:00<div align="justify">On the <strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">12th</span></strong> <strong><span style="color:#33cc00;">Day</span></strong> of Christmas, my white-trash love gave to me <strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">12 Windshield Smashers</span></strong>,<br /></div><br /><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="color:#33cc00;"><strong>~ </strong></span><a href="http://imbringingbloggingback.blogspot.com/2008/12/12-days-of-harriet-carter-christmas-on_850.html"><span style="color:#33cc00;"><strong>11 Santa Toilets</strong></span></a></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="color:#33cc00;"><strong>~ </strong></span><a href="http://imbringingbloggingback.blogspot.com/2008/12/12-days-of-harriet-carter-christmas-on_18.html"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>10 Colonial Drivers</strong></span></a><span style="color:#33cc00;"><strong>, </strong></span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="color:#33cc00;"><strong>~ </strong></span><a href="http://imbringingbloggingback.blogspot.com/2008/12/12-days-of-harriet-carter-christmas-on_17.html"><span style="color:#33cc00;"><strong>9 Dead Nana's</strong></span></a><span style="color:#33cc00;"><strong>, </strong></span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="color:#33cc00;"><strong>~ </strong></span><a href="http://imbringingbloggingback.blogspot.com/2008/12/12-days-of-harriet-carter-christmas-on_16.html"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>8 Santa Blowers</strong></span></a><span style="color:#33cc00;"><strong>, </strong></span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="color:#33cc00;"><strong>~ </strong></span><a href="http://imbringingbloggingback.blogspot.com/2008/12/12-days-of-harriet-carter-christmas-on_15.html"><span style="color:#33cc00;"><strong>7 Ornament Hookers</strong></span></a><span style="color:#33cc00;"><strong>, </strong></span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="color:#33cc00;"><strong>~ </strong></span><a href="http://imbringingbloggingback.blogspot.com/2008/12/12-days-of-harriet-carter-christmas-on_11.html"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>6 Crappy Church Jokes</strong></span></a><span style="color:#33cc00;"><strong>, </strong></span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="color:#33cc00;"><strong>~ </strong></span><a href="http://imbringingbloggingback.blogspot.com/2008/12/12-days-of-harriet-carter-christmas-on_10.html"><span style="color:#33cc00;"><strong>5 Instant Christmas Tree Wall Stickers</strong></span></a><span style="color:#33cc00;"><strong>, </strong></span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="color:#33cc00;"><strong>~ </strong></span><a href="http://imbringingbloggingback.blogspot.com/2008/12/12-days-of-harriet-carter-christmas-on_09.html"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>4 "Diva Las Vegas" Whorebears</strong></span></a><span style="color:#33cc00;"><strong>, </strong></span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="color:#33cc00;"><strong>~ </strong></span><a href="http://imbringingbloggingback.blogspot.com/2008/12/12-days-of-harriet-carter-christmas-on.html"><span style="color:#33cc00;"><strong>3 Magnetic Eyeglass Holders</strong></span></a><span style="color:#33cc00;"><strong>, </strong></span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="color:#33cc00;"><strong>~ </strong></span><a href="http://imbringingbloggingback.blogspot.com/2008/12/12-days-of-harriet-carter-christmas.html"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>2 Pussy Ticklers</strong></span></a></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="color:#33cc00;"><strong>~ And a Failure Model Chick in a Pear Treeeeeee!<br /></strong></span></div><br /><div align="justify"><br /></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 317px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 195px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282370597173075170" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SU7AEih4HOI/AAAAAAAAJvQ/QbfDdBoowF8/s400/hc-seatbelt-3.jpg" /><br /><p align="justify"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">On the 12th Day of Christmas</span></strong>: Do you ever like to just destroy things just for the hell of it? Well so does this lady! Does getting out of the car by simply pulling the handle seem a little "boring" to you. Me too! Thanks again Harriet Carter! Now getting out of the car doesn't have to be so old-fashioned anymore. All you need to do is use this trusty little tool. First, pull into your driveway. Second, take this tool and use the razor end to slice the seat belt off of you (don't just press the buckle like an animal). Third, take the other end of this tool and break the window. Finally, shimmy yourself out the window and through the broken glass. Don't worry about the cuts and blood. That's nothing the hospital can't quickly fix! In just 4 short hours you'll be back home and watching TV sipping on water and popping Vicodin. Ok, so maybe I could think of a reason why you would need something like this, but this lady totally is safe. I mean, there aren't any flames, her car isn't smoking, she hasn't been in a crash, it's a sunny day, and I think I see kids playing hopscotch in the background. </p><br /><p align="justify">...and a Failure Model Chick in a Pear Treeeeeeee!<br /></p><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 355px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282370594341579090" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SU7AEX-y6VI/AAAAAAAAJvI/FwcrGFkuJCI/s400/533px-Pear_tree+copy.jpg" /><br /><a href="http://www.myspace.com/ImBringingBloggingBack">www.myspace.com/ImBringingBloggingBack</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31726224-8808346923547963476?l=imbringingbloggingback.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IBBBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07038279029084530051noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31726224.post-29344227588803215822008-12-19T08:23:00.002-05:002008-12-19T08:36:16.129-05:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SUugd6t8WpI/AAAAAAAAJu4/RsHXkI6FZ1M/s1600-h/brenda-walsh.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281491423860644498" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SUugd6t8WpI/AAAAAAAAJu4/RsHXkI6FZ1M/s400/brenda-walsh.jpg" /></a> Well look what the Brenda Walsh dragged in. Brenda was out looking to catch Kelly and Dylan in the act at the 10th Anniversary of Flaunt Magazine. In other news...<br /><br /><a href="http://agentbedhead.com/index.php/archive/gee-your-meat-smells-terrific/"><strong><span style="color:#33ccff;">~ Mmmmm Cheeseburger Cologne! ~ ABH</span></strong></a><strong><span style="color:#33ccff;"><br /></span></strong><a href="http://www.webstersismybitch.com/2008/12/bullshitter.php"><strong><span style="color:#33ccff;">~ I Hope Santa Craps in Heidi and Spencer's Stocking ~ Websters</span></strong></a><strong><span style="color:#33ccff;"><br /></span></strong><a href="http://www.celebritysmackblog.com/2008/12/18/buy-scarlett-johanssons-snotty-tissue/"><strong><span style="color:#33ccff;">~ Buy Scar Jo's Nasty Snot Rags ~ CS</span></strong></a><strong><span style="color:#33ccff;"><br /></span></strong><a href="http://bricksandstonesgossip.com/2008/12/19/new-couple-alert-britney-spears-and-benji-madden/"><strong><span style="color:#33ccff;">~ Britney's New Boyfriend? ~ BS</span></strong></a><strong><span style="color:#33ccff;"><br /></span></strong><a href="http://ayyyy.com/2008/12/18/decision-time-kristen-bell/"><strong><span style="color:#33ccff;">~ Kristen Bell is Shiny...Everywhere ~ Ayyyy</span></strong></a><strong><span style="color:#33ccff;"><br /></span></strong><a href="http://poponthepop.com/2008/12/18/am-i-the-only-blogger-who-noticed-lindsay-lohans-hair-extensions-are-falling-from-her-scalp/"><strong><span style="color:#33ccff;">~ Is Lohan's Hair Falling Down? ~ POTP</span></strong></a><strong><span style="color:#33ccff;"><br /></span></strong><a href="http://idontwantyourlife.com/?p=22556"><strong><span style="color:#33ccff;">~ Alyssa Milano Stole Tyra Banks' Weave ~ IDWYL</span></strong></a><strong><span style="color:#33ccff;"><br /></span></strong><a href="http://www.fatbackmedia.com/2008/12/18/riddle-me-this-why-is-eddie-murphy-not-funny/"><strong><span style="color:#33ccff;">~ Eddie Murphy to Ruin Batman Movies? ~ FB</span></strong></a><strong><span style="color:#33ccff;"><br /></span></strong><br /><a href="http://www.myspace.com/ImBringingBloggingBack">www.myspace.com/ImBringingBloggingBack</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31726224-2934422758880321582?l=imbringingbloggingback.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IBBBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07038279029084530051noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31726224.post-62531702384804042042008-12-19T07:01:00.001-05:002008-12-19T08:42:25.829-05:00<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mnPQ5ba1gI0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mnPQ5ba1gI0&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><div align="justify">Me gusta all things Full House. I also "gusta" when IBBB readers basically do my job for me. It helps on days in which I am both hungover and not hungover. So let's mix both of those things together and watch my favorite sister and yours, DJ Tanner sing "Lollipops and Gummi Bears are My Favorite Treat" to her little d-bag troll-like sister, Michelle Tanner.</div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify">Who could forget all the wonder that was the "We Love Our Children Telethon" that ran for 24 hours and was hosted by Danny Tanner? Not only are we blessed with DJ's magical voice (bonus 'workout' points for DJ lifting Michelle and doing a little hop-dance), but we also get to see Kimmy Gibbler on a unicycle and Uncle Joey help the Beach Boys and the San Francisco 49'er cheerleaders sing "Be True to Your School." I can offically take a dirt nap now that I've remembered all those details.</div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify">Thanks to Lisa D for the clip!</div><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 298px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281317322632154674" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SUsCH5GbTjI/AAAAAAAAJuo/PcKT-FopaVc/s400/dj-tanner-1.jpg" /> <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281317318920479154" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SUsCHrRfobI/AAAAAAAAJug/f9nQCaDPD34/s400/dj-tanner-2.jpg" /><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 297px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281317315219304626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SUsCHdfEMLI/AAAAAAAAJuY/ZvXJtj4NVr0/s400/dj-tanner-3.jpg" /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://www.myspace.com/ImBringingBloggingBack">www.myspace.com/ImBringingBloggingBack</a></div><br /><br /><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31726224-6253170238480404204?l=imbringingbloggingback.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IBBBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07038279029084530051noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31726224.post-79094466240606536512008-12-19T07:00:00.002-05:002009-12-18T12:00:59.120-05:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SUr_EjxVtaI/AAAAAAAAJuQ/x5mNwfcontY/s1600-h/irwin.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281313966832072098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 289px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SUr_EjxVtaI/AAAAAAAAJuQ/x5mNwfcontY/s400/irwin.jpg" border="0" /></a> Happy Friday. Let's take a look into what IBBB was blogging about this time last year....<br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="justify">Ah Terri Irwin. Terri, Terri, Terri. What's going on? You good? Similar to a school boy trying to hide an "issue" with his math book, Terri is hiding a bit of her jungle outback cameltoe. Sure the jungle and the outback are two separate locations, but I don't care. Regardless and/or irregardless, a little jungle outback cameltoe is peeking out from behind that book. Therefore, it's time to play everyones favorite game, "The ImBringingBloggingBack Celebrity Cameltoe Rating System...to the Stars!" I am awarding Terri Irwin 1 out of 5 camels. If only she was holding that book a little higher she would have been good for at least 2 camels. Maybe next time, Terri.</div><br /><div align="justify"><br />I am also awarding Terri one Koala Bear, as she is sporting some high waisted Mom Jeans and looking as sexy as all get out. Is Terri Irwin the new Marge Simpson? Does she have anything else to wear? I always see her with that same sexy khaki shirt on. We get it. Now put on something to highlight your rack. Also, it may be time to retire the stonewashed jeans. Take some scissors on that bowl-cut mullet and stop with the bench press for Christ sakes. Now get your ass back on the market. I hear Walter Cronkite is looking for someone. Give him a buzz.<br />Oh, and you're welcome.<br /></div><br /><br />Check out other famed <a href="http://www.imbringingbloggingback.com/celebrity-gossip/cameltoe/">celebrity camel toe </a>at the new IBBB and some good old fashion <a href="http://www.imbringingbloggingback.com/celebrity-gossip/ghost-boobs/">ghost boobs</a> whilst you're at it!<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.myspace.com/ImBringingBloggingBack">www.myspace.com/ImBringingBloggingBack</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31726224-7909446624060653651?l=imbringingbloggingback.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IBBBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07038279029084530051noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31726224.post-15504113859201923372008-12-18T21:15:00.004-05:002008-12-19T08:40:32.494-05:00<div align="justify">On the <strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">11th</span></strong> <strong><span style="color:#33cc00;">Day</span></strong> of Christmas my white-trash love gave to me, <span style="color:#33cc00;"><strong>11 Santa Toilets, </strong></span><a href="http://imbringingbloggingback.blogspot.com/2008/12/12-days-of-harriet-carter-christmas-on_18.html"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">10 Colonial Drivers</span></strong></a><span style="color:#33cc00;"><strong>, </strong></span><a href="http://imbringingbloggingback.blogspot.com/2008/12/12-days-of-harriet-carter-christmas-on_17.html"><span style="color:#33cc00;"><strong>9 Dead Nana's</strong></span></a><span style="color:#33cc00;"><strong>, </strong></span><a href="http://imbringingbloggingback.blogspot.com/2008/12/12-days-of-harriet-carter-christmas-on_16.html"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">8 Santa Blowers</span></strong></a><span style="color:#33cc00;"><strong>, </strong></span><a href="http://imbringingbloggingback.blogspot.com/2008/12/12-days-of-harriet-carter-christmas-on_15.html"><span style="color:#33cc00;"><strong>7 Ornament Hookers</strong></span></a><span style="color:#33cc00;"><strong>, </strong></span><a href="http://imbringingbloggingback.blogspot.com/2008/12/12-days-of-harriet-carter-christmas-on_11.html"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">6 Crappy Church Jokes</span></strong></a><span style="color:#33cc00;"><strong>, </strong></span><a href="http://imbringingbloggingback.blogspot.com/2008/12/12-days-of-harriet-carter-christmas-on_10.html"><span style="color:#33cc00;"><strong>5 Instant Christmas Tree Wall Stickers</strong></span></a><span style="color:#33cc00;"><strong>, </strong></span><a href="http://imbringingbloggingback.blogspot.com/2008/12/12-days-of-harriet-carter-christmas-on_09.html"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">4 "Diva Las Vegas" Whorebears</span></strong></a><span style="color:#33cc00;"><strong>, </strong></span><a href="http://imbringingbloggingback.blogspot.com/2008/12/12-days-of-harriet-carter-christmas-on.html"><span style="color:#33cc00;"><strong>3 Magnetic Eyeglass Holders</strong></span></a><span style="color:#33cc00;"><strong>, </strong></span><a href="http://imbringingbloggingback.blogspot.com/2008/12/12-days-of-harriet-carter-christmas.html"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">2 Pussy Ticklers</span></strong></a><span style="color:#33cc00;"><strong>,</strong></span> and a Failure Model Chick in a pear tree!<br /></div><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281319576563848546" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SUsELFpnlWI/AAAAAAAAJuw/nvaBCKiLRTU/s400/harriet-carter-santa-claus-1.jpg" /><br /><div align="justify"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">On the 11th Day of Christmas</span></strong>: Hey kids! Know what Santa just LOVES?? That's right...when you piss and shit right on his head! I know! Don't ever bother lifting the toilet seat because now you can spray your urine all over his face...just like you did at the mall that time. Santa knows then you are sleeping and knows when you're awake. Oh, he also knows when you've had one too many beers, ate a little too much Mexican, are having your period, or even binging and purging. Yes, my friends, Santa does know it all. Santa will love it when he risks his life by jumping down your chimney, almost gets food poisoning by your day old milk that's been sitting out all night, chokes on your carrots, drops off all your gifts and THEN sees the wonderful tribute you've left him in the bathroom. He'll feel really special that you equate Santa Claus with urine, crap, and other bodily fluids. Good luck getting gifts next year, stupid. Happy whoridays, Harriet!<br /></div><br /><a href="http://www.myspace.com/ImBringingBloggingBack">www.myspace.com/ImBringingBloggingBack</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31726224-1550411385920192337?l=imbringingbloggingback.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IBBBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07038279029084530051noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31726224.post-6188285287848810062008-12-18T08:36:00.004-05:002008-12-18T08:50:06.985-05:00<div align="justify"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SUpR6yJH7xI/AAAAAAAAJuI/ronv9k35yqM/s1600-h/katie-suri-tom.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281123583379631890" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SUpR6yJH7xI/AAAAAAAAJuI/ronv9k35yqM/s400/katie-suri-tom.jpg" /></a> Seriously, what a mess! I mean, how drunk is Suri!? Tom Cruise may be all over the place promoting the ever loving piss out of his new movie, "Hitler Was Just Misunderstood" but he should be tackling some family issues, stat. These family issues are, of course, Suri being a fall down drunk. Look at her! She's so trashed she has to be carried out of Katie Holmes play, "All My Sons." And did you ever notice how Suri seems to slur all of her words all of the time? Even Katie is forced to carry Suri's brown paper bag of wine. Someone get Suri the help she needs and get her the help now! Is there a height restriction to checking into Promises Rehab?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.myspace.com/ImBringingBloggingBack">www.myspace.com/ImBringingBloggingBack</a><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31726224-618828528784881006?l=imbringingbloggingback.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IBBBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07038279029084530051noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31726224.post-5795346773967759112008-12-18T08:25:00.003-05:002008-12-18T08:49:41.630-05:00<div align="justify"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SUpPcUPM4fI/AAAAAAAAJuA/1bZRoqIfEeM/s1600-h/jodie-sweetin-divorce-2008.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 361px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281120860932727282" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SUpPcUPM4fI/AAAAAAAAJuA/1bZRoqIfEeM/s400/jodie-sweetin-divorce-2008.jpg" /></a> Oh Sweetin. Oh my little Sweetin. My little Sweetin, poor Sweetin, I'd love to brush that meth out of your hair.<br /><br />Jodie Sweetin is totally trying to ruin my dream of her getting her own reality show and/or taking part in a future Full House reunion. Poor Stephanie Tanner is not allowed to see her 8-month old daughter without the supervision of one of her parents (Danny Tanner?). This is all thanks to her husband, Cody Herpes, who told a judge that Steponme Tanner is an unfit mother and even drove drunk one time with her daughter in the car. Is that a big deal? Haven't we all been in the car with our drunk parents before? How else were we supposed to get to school?</div><br /><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify">I just hope that Mr Bear is never in harms way. </div><br /><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify">Well pin a rose on your nose. How rude! Have mercy! Cut it out! You got it dude! Well blow me down arg arg arg arg arg! Whoa baby! Hola Tanneritos! </div><br /><div align="justify"><br /></div><br /><a href="http://www.usmagazine.com/news/ex-accuses-jodie-sweetin-of-driving-intoxicated-with-baby-in-car">Source It Up!</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.myspace.com/ImBringingBloggingBack">www.myspace.com/ImBringingBloggingBack</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31726224-579534677396775911?l=imbringingbloggingback.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IBBBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07038279029084530051noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31726224.post-9805219748144214102008-12-18T08:13:00.003-05:002008-12-18T08:49:18.184-05:00<div align="justify">On the <strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">10th</span></strong> <span style="color:#33cc00;"><strong>Day</strong></span> of Christmas, my white-trash love gave to me <strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">10 Colonial Drivers, </span></strong><a href="http://imbringingbloggingback.blogspot.com/2008/12/12-days-of-harriet-carter-christmas-on_17.html"><strong><span style="color:#33cc00;">9 Dead Nana's</span></strong></a><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">, </span></strong><a href="http://imbringingbloggingback.blogspot.com/2008/12/12-days-of-harriet-carter-christmas-on_16.html"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">8 Santa Blowers</span></strong></a><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">, </span></strong><a href="http://imbringingbloggingback.blogspot.com/2008/12/12-days-of-harriet-carter-christmas-on_15.html"><strong><span style="color:#33cc00;">7 Ornament Hookers</span></strong></a><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">, </span></strong><a href="http://imbringingbloggingback.blogspot.com/2008/12/12-days-of-harriet-carter-christmas-on_11.html"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">6 Crappy Church Jokes</span></strong></a><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">, </span></strong><a href="http://imbringingbloggingback.blogspot.com/2008/12/12-days-of-harriet-carter-christmas-on_10.html"><strong><span style="color:#33cc00;">5 Instant Christmas Tree Wall Stickers</span></strong></a><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">, </span></strong><a href="http://imbringingbloggingback.blogspot.com/2008/12/12-days-of-harriet-carter-christmas-on_09.html"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">4 "Diva Las Vegas" Whorebears</span></strong></a><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">, </span></strong><a href="http://imbringingbloggingback.blogspot.com/2008/12/12-days-of-harriet-carter-christmas-on.html"><strong><span style="color:#33cc00;">3 Magnetic Eyeglass Holders</span></strong></a><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">, </span></strong><a href="http://imbringingbloggingback.blogspot.com/2008/12/12-days-of-harriet-carter-christmas.html"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">2 Pussy Ticklers</span></strong></a><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">, </span><span style="color:#33cc00;">and a Failure Model Chick in a pear tree!<br /></span></strong><br /></div><br /><div align="justify"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SUpMxjoiTeI/AAAAAAAAJt4/FfiteMInux4/s1600-h/hc-seat-belt.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 381px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281117927307890146" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SUpMxjoiTeI/AAAAAAAAJt4/FfiteMInux4/s400/hc-seat-belt.jpg" /></a><span style="color:#33cc00;"><strong> On the 10th Day of Christmas</strong></span>: Hey there grumpy driver! Why the long face? What is it? What do you see girl? Is that yellow lightning bolt that's coming out of your cheek starting to burn? Or are you embarrassed by the yellow arrow that they've placed 2 centimeters from your old crotchola? I like to think that I've been in many cars, yet at no time did the seat-belt go across half my face. I mean I understand them trying to protect other drivers lives by not showing all of this chicks ugly face, but strike her with lightning? That's a little harsh even for me. Just kidding, hit her with a bolt or two. Maybe that will sizzle out that hairsprayed rats nest on her head. Anyway, what kind of car is this chick driving? I've yet to see this car model on the road. Perhaps it's one of those new hybrids that all the kids are wild about? It seems spacious. In fact I'm pretty sure this lady is driving her living-room around town. Yup, I see walls in the background. Oh, and I'm pretty sure she's using an actual Ferris-wheel as her steering wheel. How the hell big is that? Seriously this lady and car are a complete mess. Wait a second. Excuse me Miss? Yes, you Miss. Driver? Yes you. I have a question. Um, why are you wearing "Colonial" clothing? Yes, you are actually wearing clothes from the "yesteryear" box in your basement. Now were you the actual "Miracle Worker" that helped out Helen Keller or did you just rob her grave for this photo-shoot? I believe you can only wear that outfit if you're driving a traditional horse and buggy. Wait are you? Thanks Harriet for "cheaping out" and making this chick drive her living room around in Amish clothing. </div><br /><div align="justify"><br /></div><br /><div align="justify">...and a Failure Model Chick in a pear treeeeeee!<br /><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 355px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281117920205595554" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SUpMxJLN46I/AAAAAAAAJtw/MAJqyvrK18g/s400/533px-Pear_tree+copy.jpg" /><br /><a href="http://www.myspace.com/ImBringingBloggingBack">www.myspace.com/ImBringingBloggingBack</a><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31726224-980521974814421410?l=imbringingbloggingback.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IBBBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07038279029084530051noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31726224.post-89196999919631775592008-12-17T14:18:00.003-05:002008-12-17T14:26:26.178-05:00<a href="http://agentbedhead.com/index.php/archive/hugh-jackmans-sexy-dance-of-infertility/"><strong>~ What the Hell is Happening in Australia?? ~ ABH</strong></a><strong><br /></strong><a href="http://www.webstersismybitch.com/2008/12/lying-a-holes-ii.php"><strong>~ Even More Hills Fakery ~ Websters</strong></a><strong><br /></strong><a href="http://www.celebritysmackblog.com/2008/12/17/barack-obama-is-time-magazines-man-of-the-year/"><strong>~ Who is Time Magazine's Person of the Year? ~ CS</strong></a><strong><br /></strong><a href="http://www.fatbackmedia.com/2008/12/15/amy-winehouses-dealer-will-live-forever/"><strong>~ Who's Willing to Kill Winehouse's Dealer? ~ FB</strong></a><strong><br /></strong><a href="http://ayyyy.com/2008/12/17/rumble-time/"><strong>~ Which Celebrity Looks Like a Drunk Fighter? ~ Ayyyy</strong></a><strong><br /></strong><a href="http://poponthepop.com/2008/12/17/diddy-throws-party-for-his-baby-maker/"><strong>~ Ain't No Party Like a Diddy Party ~ POTP</strong></a><strong><br /></strong><a href="http://idontwantyourlife.com/?p=22436"><strong>~ Kristin Cavallari to Do Porny Pornerson? ~ IDWYL</strong></a><strong><br /></strong><a href="http://www.drunkenstepfather.com/index.php/2008/12/17/lindsay-lohans-see-through-pants-of-the-day/"><strong>~ Lohan's See-Thru Pants! ~ DSF</strong></a><strong><br /></strong><a href="http://bricksandstonesgossip.com/2008/12/17/jennifer-lopez-and-marc-anthony-splitsville/"><strong>~ Saint Jennifer Lopez de las Bronx Back on the Mercado? ~ BS</strong></a><strong><br /></strong><br /><a href="http://www.myspace.com/ImBringingBloggingBack">www.myspace.com/ImBringingBloggingBack</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31726224-8919699991963177559?l=imbringingbloggingback.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IBBBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07038279029084530051noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31726224.post-86499932747633199302008-12-17T09:05:00.004-05:002008-12-17T09:10:03.038-05:00<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2dYjAjOHaTc&color1=0x3a3a3a&color2=0x999999&feature=player_embedded&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2dYjAjOHaTc&color1=0x3a3a3a&color2=0x999999&feature=player_embedded&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify">On the Price is Right, this old dude not only one his Showcase Showdown, but he also won the other chicks Showcase Showdown because he guessed the price of his prizes exactly right. Down to the last dollar! Seriously, who does that? Drew Carey reacts like this guy only won a year supply of Rice-A-Roni (the San Francisco treat).</div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify">This begs the question, is Drew Carey dead inside?</div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"> <br /><br /></div><a href="http://www.myspace.com/ImBringingBloggingBack">www.myspace.com/ImBringingBloggingBack</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31726224-8649993274763319930?l=imbringingbloggingback.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IBBBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07038279029084530051noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31726224.post-78930174896511350252008-12-17T07:07:00.000-05:002008-12-17T08:32:19.635-05:00<div align="justify"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SUhBTIdHcMI/AAAAAAAAHf0/1ilG87j2vqg/s1600-h/ll-1.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 207px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280542360034832578" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SUhBTIdHcMI/AAAAAAAAHf0/1ilG87j2vqg/s400/ll-1.jpg" /></a><br />To freshen up the stale stank around here, IBBB is bringing back a new segment tentatively titled, "Fun With Lindsay Lohan's Myspace Blog!" Catchy. When Lindsay No Pants blogs on her Myspace account people not only listen and comment, but all the freaks come out of the woodwork. The other day Lindsay wanted everyone to know what she got Sam Rotten for a gift. </div><br /><div align="justify"><br />Below are some of my favorite comments to Lindsay.....with my thoughts underneath theirs. Good times:<br /></div><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SUhBS68BsGI/AAAAAAAAHfs/0eaS47Gdybc/s1600-h/ll-2.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 87px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280542356406382690" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SUhBS68BsGI/AAAAAAAAHfs/0eaS47Gdybc/s400/ll-2.jpg" /></a><br /><br />~ Uh, they're not married yet so "no." Possibly one of my top favorite responses to Lohan.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="justify"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SUhBSxzxxLI/AAAAAAAAHfk/8RV3apKg0uQ/s1600-h/ll-3.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 111px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280542353955865778" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SUhBSxzxxLI/AAAAAAAAHfk/8RV3apKg0uQ/s400/ll-3.jpg" /></a><br />~ Hey Emily! is this. your fave show. for real? Stop lying about watching all of them and then coming clean that you've only seen a lot. i also think you should get off of the myspace and focus on your studies.<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SUhBSgefsWI/AAAAAAAAHfc/hJxfXa3prJ8/s1600-h/ll-4.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 82px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280542349303198050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SUhBSgefsWI/AAAAAAAAHfc/hJxfXa3prJ8/s400/ll-4.jpg" /></a><br />~ But if you kill yourself who will send messages to Linds with "S" smiley faces? Fine, I'll do it. Carry on. Disclaimer: Kids, don't try that at home.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SUhBKJcGOxI/AAAAAAAAHfU/3sL1caIV-9g/s1600-h/ll-5.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 77px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280542205680171794" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SUhBKJcGOxI/AAAAAAAAHfU/3sL1caIV-9g/s400/ll-5.jpg" /></a><br />~ Yeah Hannah! And a huge bucket of greasy chicken! Mmmm late night movies and fried chicken. This, my friends is my 50% of Americans are obese. Please note, all percentages are based on opinion.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SUhBJZ2OvLI/AAAAAAAAHe8/1plt8PiyEHI/s1600-h/ll-8.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 91px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280542192904879282" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SUhBJZ2OvLI/AAAAAAAAHe8/1plt8PiyEHI/s400/ll-8.jpg" /></a><br />~ Yay! More funny messages! If only the person who posted below this person also was sending a fake message.......(see below)<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SUhBKPBP4FI/AAAAAAAAHfM/88ZowD84grI/s1600-h/ll-6.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 112px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280542207178170450" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SUhBKPBP4FI/AAAAAAAAHfM/88ZowD84grI/s400/ll-6.jpg" /></a><br />~ Wow! Look who actually made the post list this time. And what a brilliant question to ask. I've always wondered if the "Friends" were really friends. I hope Linds answers. Oh, and how hot is IBBB? Wow. Grrrrrrreat! Please note I am totally a loser for posting that message and even more of a loser that I was so psyched when I saw it posted. My life is empty. Carry on.<br /><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 117px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280542198992176674" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SUhBJwhjhiI/AAAAAAAAHfE/gbyFhPcIPkM/s400/ll-7.jpg" /><br />~ Well thanks, Ms. LauRen, for being a complete downer. If talent really was only genetic then Dina Lohan would be in actual TV shows instead of dancing in reality shows during "Las Vegas Week." Although, Nana Lohan is the talent in that family. It's all a wash.<br /><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 109px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280542190788288866" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SUhBJR9mIWI/AAAAAAAAHe0/b6STOM_X5F8/s400/ll-9.jpg" /><br /><br />~ hahaah oh my God you were? hahahahaha I totally hope they kick it in the bay area hahahaha. Everythang it mellow there I bet hahaha. love u oRgaZmik pNay hahahahah.<br /><br /><div><br /><br /><div><br /><div><a href="http://www.myspace.com/ImBringingBloggingBack">www.myspace.com/ImBringingBloggingBack</a></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31726224-7893017489651135025?l=imbringingbloggingback.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IBBBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07038279029084530051noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31726224.post-27451492747250253322008-12-17T07:06:00.001-05:002008-12-17T08:31:23.257-05:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SUhbSr1kk3I/AAAAAAAAHgM/NyuwYb4HZbk/s1600-h/mindy-cohn-2008.bmp"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 196px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280570939655099250" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SUhbSr1kk3I/AAAAAAAAHgM/NyuwYb4HZbk/s400/mindy-cohn-2008.bmp" /></a><br /><br /><div align="justify"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SUhbTE-ZyBI/AAAAAAAAHgU/W5HmJgbY9f0/s1600-h/mindy-cohn-facts-of-life.bmp"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280570946403026962" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SUhbTE-ZyBI/AAAAAAAAHgU/W5HmJgbY9f0/s400/mindy-cohn-facts-of-life.bmp" /></a> People may want to quickly make fun of Mindy Cohn for packing on the pounds, but don't bother. She's fine with it. If you all recall (that rhymed), when Mindy was playing Natalie Green, she once brilliantly said, "Who wants to be a skinny pencil. I'm happy being a magic marker!" I'm sure Blair was two toothbrushes deep over the toilet while Natalie was spreading that piece of joy around Peekskill.</div><br /><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">Mindy Cohn was getting a little exercise whist walking around Brentwood, CA the other day. Or maybe she was running errands. I have no idea. She's wearing "gym clothes" so I just assumed.</div><br /><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">I'm glad we live in a world where the paparazzi are taking pictures of Mindy Cohn. I'm glad we live in a world where IBBB blogs about it. I'm glad we live in a world. Period.<br /><br />Sidenote: Favorite Fact's of Life Episode --> The one where Tootie is tired of being treated like a little kid so she turns to alcohol.</div><br /><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">Sidenote: Least Favorite Fact's of Life Episode --> The one where Natalie becomes depressed when she becomes a victim of a rape attempt. I was a little too young to even know what sex was, but I was still bummed out.</div><br /><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">Sidenote: Random Fact's of Life Memory --> Pippa from the "Down Under" episodes. My sister's friend, Ang, called her a whore.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.myspace.com/ImBringingBloggingBack">www.myspace.com/ImBringingBloggingBack</a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31726224-2745149274725025332?l=imbringingbloggingback.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IBBBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07038279029084530051noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31726224.post-88371648168317032482008-12-17T07:03:00.001-05:002008-12-17T08:28:30.441-05:00<embed src="http://www.veoh.com/veohplayer.swf?permalinkId=v16944873QJkJNYFh&id=anonymous&player=videodetailsembedded&videoAutoPlay=0" allowFullScreen="true" width="410" height="341" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"></embed><br/><br /><br /><div align="justify">It must be me just getting a little nostalgic that The Hills is coming to an end so I feel the need to cram in all things "Hills" related before the season finale. Hopefully you will all stick with me even whilst The Hills is off the air, but mostly because you know I'll be recapping the piss out of The City. See? You're all trapped like rats now!</div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">Anyfinale, enjoy the season finale preview and watch Darlene Montag show her horse-life qualities. Enjoy Lauren looking like she's about to pass out when she touches/hugs Heidi. Be there for the court-house drama that you know will go down when Heidi and Steve Sanders make their marriage legal. Personally, I'm hoping that Heidi's horse from Crested Butte storm into the court-house and puts a stop to this marriage. Finally, enjoy Audrina riding into the sunset with Justin Bobby and her helmet, that I sorta think she should wear full time.</div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><a href="http://www.myspace.com/ImBringingBloggingBack">www.myspace.com/ImBringingBloggingBack</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31726224-8837164816831703248?l=imbringingbloggingback.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IBBBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07038279029084530051noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31726224.post-17054243775483573222008-12-17T07:02:00.003-05:002008-12-17T08:30:23.027-05:00<div align="justify"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SUhfWNZfRaI/AAAAAAAAHgc/6BbA1tmz0hw/s1600-h/lc.bmp"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280575398250235298" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SUhfWNZfRaI/AAAAAAAAHgc/6BbA1tmz0hw/s400/lc.bmp" /></a> Lauren Conrad, dressed like she's going to the funeral of Spencer Pratt, was all smiles while attending the Dolce &amp; Gabana opening night benefit for the Art Elysium. I don't really care what any of that means. Point being, LC looks like a widow. </div><br /><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify">I forgot to mention this during yesterday's Hills recap, but do you think Lauren was more upset over the fact that her friend, Whitney, was moving to New York City, or the fact that just about everyone in Lauren's life bails on her. Jason Wahler. Brody Jenner. Heidi Montag. Audrina (every now and then). Jen Bunney (R.I.P --where has she been?). Lo (at one point). Stephen Colletti. Kristin Cavallari. LC's parents (sold their home). And now, Whitney. I'm sure if The Hills stays on for a few more seasons, there's bound to be another 5-10 people who peace out of Lauren's life. Eh, here's to wishful thinking.<br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.myspace.com/ImBringingBloggingBack">www.myspace.com/ImBringingBloggingBack</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31726224-1705424377548357322?l=imbringingbloggingback.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IBBBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07038279029084530051noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31726224.post-48046393147783066532008-12-17T06:59:00.004-05:002008-12-17T08:26:01.860-05:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SUj752kKQ3I/AAAAAAAAHgk/MntRaD5oGbM/s1600-h/rotten-joke.bmp"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 304px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280747534410204018" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SUj752kKQ3I/AAAAAAAAHgk/MntRaD5oGbM/s400/rotten-joke.bmp" /></a><br /><br /><div>Heading out to LAX yesterday, Samantha Ronson gets ready to show Lindsay Lohan her box.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Stop me if you heard this before! Tip your waitress!</div><br /><br /><div><a href="http://www.myspace.com/ImBringingBloggingBack">www.myspace.com/ImBringingBloggingBack</a></div><br /><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31726224-4804639314778306653?l=imbringingbloggingback.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IBBBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07038279029084530051noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31726224.post-64626344060889634672008-12-17T06:59:00.003-05:002008-12-17T08:25:25.241-05:00<div align="justify">On the <strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">9th </span><span style="color:#33cc00;">Day</span></strong> of Christmas, my white-trash love gave to me, <strong><span style="color:#33cc00;">9 Dead Nana's, </span></strong><a href="http://imbringingbloggingback.blogspot.com/2008/12/12-days-of-harriet-carter-christmas-on_16.html"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">8 Santa Blowers</span></strong></a><strong><span style="color:#33cc00;">, </span></strong><a href="http://imbringingbloggingback.blogspot.com/2008/12/12-days-of-harriet-carter-christmas-on_15.html"><strong><span style="color:#33cc00;">7 Ornament Hookers</span></strong></a><strong><span style="color:#33cc00;">, </span></strong><a href="http://imbringingbloggingback.blogspot.com/2008/12/12-days-of-harriet-carter-christmas-on_11.html"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">6 Crappy Church Jokes</span></strong></a><strong><span style="color:#33cc00;">, </span></strong><a href="http://imbringingbloggingback.blogspot.com/2008/12/12-days-of-harriet-carter-christmas-on_10.html"><strong><span style="color:#33cc00;">5 Instant Christmas Tree Wall Stickers</span></strong></a><strong><span style="color:#33cc00;">, </span></strong><a href="http://imbringingbloggingback.blogspot.com/2008/12/12-days-of-harriet-carter-christmas-on_09.html"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">4 "Diva Las Vegas" Whorebears</span></strong></a><strong><span style="color:#33cc00;">, </span></strong><a href="http://imbringingbloggingback.blogspot.com/2008/12/12-days-of-harriet-carter-christmas-on.html"><strong><span style="color:#33cc00;">3 Magnetic Eyeglass Holders</span></strong></a><strong><span style="color:#33cc00;">, </span></strong><a href="http://imbringingbloggingback.blogspot.com/2008/12/12-days-of-harriet-carter-christmas.html"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">2 Pussy Ticklers</span></strong></a>, and a Failure Model Chick in a pear tree!<br /><br /><br /></div><br /><div align="justify"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 255px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280546786207049746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SUhFUxOzqBI/AAAAAAAAHgE/AM_NVSQ1yv0/s400/hc-night-night-nana.jpg" /><strong><span style="color:#33cc00;">On the 9th Day of Christmas</span></strong>: Night night Nana! Say goodnight to Grandma, kids! She's just about ready to take the ultimate dirt nap so you better kiss her hairy lip goodbye now. At least she looks happy to be going and she has a smile and a face full of makeup on to prove it. Just keep zipping it Nana, just keep zipping it! Kids, go and pick out your best tie and your best dress and shine up them shoes because Nana just invited you to a party! No no, there won't be a pinata or pin-the-tail on the donkey, but there will be coffee cake, some candles, and you'll get to poke at Nana while she's laying down inside a very fancy cherry coffin. "Yes" that is a nice cherry finish on the coffin. Nothing but the best for Nana! Seriously, way to teach kids how to place bags over their heads and faces. Don't try this at home....unless you're out of options...then give it a whirl. Night night Nana! I'll be in touch via my Ouija Board! </div><br /><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify">...and a Failure Model Chick in a pear treeeee!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 355px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280546784934333650" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SUhFUsfXjNI/AAAAAAAAHf8/pmOeRrXw2uU/s400/533px-Pear_tree+copy.jpg" /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.myspace.com/ImBringingBloggingBack">www.myspace.com/ImBringingBloggingBack</a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31726224-6462634406088963467?l=imbringingbloggingback.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IBBBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07038279029084530051noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31726224.post-69561405632117537222008-12-16T07:56:00.006-05:002009-12-04T20:18:41.191-05:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SUezhg2GGtI/AAAAAAAAHes/YSMeUkHPSEA/s1600-h/heidi-montag-mexico.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280386476449077970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 289px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SUezhg2GGtI/AAAAAAAAHes/YSMeUkHPSEA/s400/heidi-montag-mexico.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SUezhaQsM6I/AAAAAAAAHek/6Knegj3vFRg/s1600-h/heidi-montag-mexico-2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280386474681578402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SUezhaQsM6I/AAAAAAAAHek/6Knegj3vFRg/s400/heidi-montag-mexico-2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SUezhf0CDOI/AAAAAAAAHec/iWYoHRsX2o4/s1600-h/the-hills-douche.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280386476171988194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SUezhf0CDOI/AAAAAAAAHec/iWYoHRsX2o4/s400/the-hills-douche.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="justify">Well folks, we are down to just one more Hills episode of the season after this one. I'm not going to lie, I kinda feel like I'm getting out of prison next week. Of course, after prison I do have 100 hours of community service I must fulfill which consists of me recapping "The City" but at least I'm not behind bars.</div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">By the way, is it just me or was this episode of The Hills only about 15 minutes of footage, 6 minutes of intros into The Aftershow, and the rest of the time was commercials about The City and Bromance? Eh, better for me.</div><div align="justify"></div><ul><li><div align="justify">Welcome to Mexico, Steve Sanders and Heidi! I hope you got your tetanus shots and have some spare change to give to the little kids who try to sell you multi-packs of Chiclets outside of your hotel in the middle of the night because it's going to be a loooong vacation. Oh, and did anyone else notice that when Heidi got out of the van at the hotel she had two of the same exact sun-hats stacked on top of each other? The props department will never learn.<br /><br /></div></li><li><div align="justify">Whitney gets the call at Pubic Revolution that she got the job at Diane Van Fartenburp and makes silly faces while Lauren does that stupid little baby-girl voice and Cheshire Cat smile. I will truly miss these times and by "truly miss" I, of course, mean "will black-out forever."<br /><br /></div></li><li><div align="justify">Meanwhile back at Hotel de Montezuma's Revenge in Mexico, Heidi and Steve Sanders literally try to film a romantic scene with Heidi pouring champagne and doing her best French accent. Yes, French. Only moments from now will she turn that French accent into stereotypical Spanish. However, in the meantime, while they are legit saying how "romantic this is" you can actually hear club music in the background and people chanting "ho ho ho ho" on the beach behind them which leads me to believe there is totally a wet t-shirt contest going on in the background and you know, you KNOW, Audrina is out there while Justin Bobby is throwing buckets of water on her chest and filming clips of it for YouTube. I'm pretty sure that's not a sailboat going by way in the distance, it's just Audrina smiling. Bam!<br /><br /></div></li><li><div align="justify">Where the hell does Audrina live, by the way? The front door is in like an alley and it kind of looks like the front of a convent. Sandy Sanders swings by Audrina's because apparently these two are friends now...or there are no other cast members around to film scenes with today. Sandy is all freaked out that no one can find out where Heidi and Spencer are. No one? Really? I don't know, maybe check Perez or Us Weekly? Just a thought. I mean, there's paparazzi following them everywhere so maybe check one of those 3,000 sources. Justin Bobby does come up with a brilliant idea, however, in order to find them.....putting up signs. J Bob is the Ricky Ricardo of our generation.<br /><br /></div></li><li><div align="justify">FOR ALL THAT IS PURE AND HOLY IN THIS WORLD! What in the holy hell are Heidi and Steve Sanders doing? Taking shots of Patron? Dancing with their shoulders? I'm turning red and definitely suffering from secondhand embarrassment. Heidi kinda swings her hand across her forehead and yells "yo!" all whilst Steve Sanders shoulder dances to some Spanish music. Everyone kill yourselves....but me first.<br /><br /></div></li><li><div align="justify">Heidi lets us know that she was paying attention during her 6th grade Spanish class by saying the following phrases during her "faux-drinking" with Steve Sanders: Arriba, Loco en la Cabeza, and "Jose." Although at one point she says, "I think I've had one to many Patron shots" in a Jamaican accent. No joke, it was Jamaican. Why didn't someone yell "Cut!" and make her do it again.<br /><br /></div></li><li><div align="justify">I'm about to do two things right now. 1. I will comment on the number of times that Whitney fixed her headband during her going away party (15 times). 2. I'm going to say that I actually feel like Whitney is a really good person who comes from a great family. There, I said it. I don't care that you'll all judge me on that. I think her parents are actually proud of her that she's doing an actual job and not just floating on the success of The Hills like Audrina and LOser...and Sandy Sanders.....and Lauren....and Heidi....and Steve Sanders....and Justin Bobby....and Nana Pratt (that whore).<br /><br /></div></li><li><div align="justify">Ok, back to Cabo. I think Heidi just chugged some champagne and then ate a lime. Nice try, you tricky little skank. Steve Sanders keeps on saying that they can have a secret wedding and no one will have to know. No one? Well, I know about it. Wanna know how I know? Because I'm watching The Hills...and you're on it. Oh and Us Weekly is literally standing next to you with a camera crew who is standing next to MTV who is also filming this. Oh, and then you tipped off Perez Hilton, so I know about your secret wedding from that too.<br /><br /></div></li><li><div align="justify">Time to say peace out to Whitney! Whitney is nervous about moving to New York because she's not sure how to go grocery shopping in the city. Sure, that's a normal concern. Just do what everyone else does and walk to the grocery store in the middle of the night to pick up a few things and walk them back to your apartment one at a time. Oh, and bring your rape whistle. Best wishes Whitney! See you over at The City! I miss you already! I barely know what I'm doinK without you on The Hills.<br /><br /></div></li><li><div align="justify">Finally, for some reason we skip to the day after the actual wedding. Why are we only watching the footage of the wedding off of Steve Sanders video camera that has some fancy boom-mic attached to it?<br /><br /></div></li><li><div align="justify">Wait a second. Stop. Stop everything. Stop it all. Stop now. Stop. I thought they were "so drunk" from too much tequila and got married at night? Night? The video is showing them outside and it is either morning or afternoon. So they weren't so much doing this based off of a drunk decision, but more so just possibly a little hungover. I feel tricked. I assumed that they were hammered when they literally got married and that they would go the route of the "Friends" episode in which they could get an annulment. However, if they were not drunk, no annulment. We can all learn a lot from "Friends."<br /><br /></div></li><li><div align="justify">I now pronounce you Mr and Mrs. Jose Pratt-Patron. You may kiss the bride's chin.</div></li></ul><p align="justify">Next week we get to see Darlene Montag cry it up again at Case de Chin. Lauren and Heidi reunite and even from the 4 seconds of scenes that they showed Lauren looks like she is being held up at gun-point talking to Heidi and hugging Heidi. We also get to see Heidi and Steve Sanders go to the local courthouse to make the marriage official. You totally know that someone is busting into that wedding to stop it.</p><p align="justify">What did you guys think of this episode? And, more importantly, who tried to take their own life during the show? Come on, it's ok. You can tell me.</p><p align="justify"> </p><p align="justify">Ok, so time to get caught up on all things that <a href="http://www.imbringingbloggingback.com/celebrity-gossip/the-hills-recap/">The Hills</a> has to offer. From a wonderful <a href="http://www.imbringingbloggingback.com/celebrity-gossip/the-hills-recap/">Hills Recap</a> to what Heidi and the gang are scriptedly up to. Check it out at the new ImBringingBloggingBack.com.</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31726224-6956140563211753722?l=imbringingbloggingback.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IBBBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07038279029084530051noreply@blogger.com24tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31726224.post-31854337543242903762008-12-16T07:00:00.001-05:002008-12-16T08:58:29.639-05:00<div align="justify">On the <span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>8th</strong></span> <strong><span style="color:#33cc00;">Day</span></strong> of Christmas, my white-trash love gave to me <strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">8 Santa Blowers, </span></strong><a href="http://imbringingbloggingback.blogspot.com/2008/12/12-days-of-harriet-carter-christmas-on_15.html"><strong><span style="color:#33cc00;">7 Ornament Hookers</span></strong></a><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">, </span></strong><a href="http://imbringingbloggingback.blogspot.com/2008/12/12-days-of-harriet-carter-christmas-on_11.html"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">6 Crappy Church Jokes</span></strong></a><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">, </span></strong><a href="http://imbringingbloggingback.blogspot.com/2008/12/12-days-of-harriet-carter-christmas-on_10.html"><strong><span style="color:#33cc00;">5 Instant Christmas Tree Wall Stickers</span></strong></a><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">, </span></strong><a href="http://imbringingbloggingback.blogspot.com/2008/12/12-days-of-harriet-carter-christmas-on_09.html"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">4 "Diva Las Vegas" Whorebears</span></strong></a><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">, </span></strong><a href="http://imbringingbloggingback.blogspot.com/2008/12/12-days-of-harriet-carter-christmas-on.html"><strong><span style="color:#33cc00;">3 Magnetic Eyeglass Holders</span></strong></a><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">, </span></strong><a href="http://imbringingbloggingback.blogspot.com/2008/12/12-days-of-harriet-carter-christmas.html"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">2 Pussy Ticklers</span></strong></a>, and a Failure Model Chick in a pear tree!</div><br /><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 350px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280175282484241858" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SUbzcaBFZcI/AAAAAAAAHeU/jZsuVRLi844/s400/harriet-carter-santa.jpg" /></div><br /><div align="justify"><strong><span style="color:#33cc00;">On the 8th Day of Christmas</span></strong>: Hey Billy! Why don't you come downstairs and blow Santa? Yes, Santa Claus. Uh-uh. Blow him. Billy is in full blowing position, that little minx. I'm pretty sure at any moment Chris Hanson from "To Catch a Predator" is going to pop out from behind that tree and ask someone to pull a chair for a second because he has a few questions. Gross. Anyway, I say this actually does send the right message to kids. You know what doesn't get you as far in life as you'd think it would? Studying hard, that's what. Basically, once you finish college you realize what a complete shit-pit the world is and the only people who really ever make anything of themselves are those who blow their way to the top. Example: Lohan's. Little Billy needs to learn this lesson now. Time to get on your knees Billy because it's a shitty economy out there and everyone is competing for the same 2 jobs. So start blowing. Practicing on Santa is perfectly fine because since we're in a recession the only way Santa is going to be able to bring your Huffy is if you do a little $2 dollar sucky sucky on him. It's a fact. Oh and good luck getting any money from the Tooth Fairy. The only way she'll even consider giving you a dime is if you start playing the "alphabet game" on her little fairy "gentlemen greeter." Don't stop after you've reached "K." Trust me. The rest of the alphabet is a real crowd pleaser. Ok. I'm not kidding, I don't even remember what the Harriet Carter product is at this point. I've hit a new low. Sweet! </div><br /><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify">...and a Failure Model Chick in a pear treeeeeee!<br /></div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SUbzbiGqioI/AAAAAAAAHeM/h65pK2tpCdI/s1600-h/533px-Pear_tree+copy.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 355px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280175267475262082" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SUbzbiGqioI/AAAAAAAAHeM/h65pK2tpCdI/s400/533px-Pear_tree+copy.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.myspace.com/ImBringingBloggingBack">www.myspace.com/ImBringingBloggingBack</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31726224-3185433754324290376?l=imbringingbloggingback.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IBBBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07038279029084530051noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31726224.post-33726187783558340922008-12-15T10:37:00.003-05:002008-12-15T10:56:25.585-05:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SUZ555OMsXI/AAAAAAAAHeA/k6f6aOZCwpQ/s1600-h/katy-perry.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280041648658362738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 310px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SUZ555OMsXI/AAAAAAAAHeA/k6f6aOZCwpQ/s400/katy-perry.jpg" border="0" /></a> We get it, Katy Perry. We get it. We do. No more is needed. In other news...<br /><br /><a href="http://agentbedhead.com/index.php/archive/smell-like-a-rapper-or-at-least-like-rap-breath/"><strong>~ Diddy is a Girl Genius! ~ ABH</strong></a><strong><br /></strong><a href="http://www.webstersismybitch.com/2008/12/finally.php"><strong>~ I Always Thought Tara Reid was Just Misunderstood ~ Websters</strong></a><strong><br /></strong><a href="http://www.celebritysmackblog.com/2008/12/15/sharon-osbourne-beats-down-megan-on-rock-of-love-charm-school-reunion-taping/"><strong>~ Does Sharon Osbourne Need Charm School? ~ CS</strong></a><strong><br /></strong><a href="http://ayyyy.com/2008/12/15/ayyyy-puzzle-corner-48/"><strong>~ Celebrity Santa Puzzle ~ Ayyyy</strong></a><strong><br /></strong><a href="http://poponthepop.com/2008/12/15/damn-3/"><strong>~ Lauren and Lo. That's All. ~ POTP</strong></a><strong><br /></strong><a href="http://idontwantyourlife.com/?p=22224"><strong>~ Kim Kardashian is Off Coke and Onto Pepsi. See What I Did There? ~ IDWYL</strong></a><strong><br /></strong><a href="http://www.fatbackmedia.com/2008/12/12/well-why-not/"><strong>~ Audrina in a Bikini...or an Oddrini? Nope. ~ FB</strong></a><strong><br /></strong><a href="http://www.drunkenstepfather.com/index.php/2008/12/12/lindsay-lohan-gets-into-the-wrong-car-of-the-day/"><strong>~ Lindsay May Get Into Your Car Next ~ DSF</strong></a><strong><br /></strong><a href="http://yeeeah.com/2008/12/15/pam-andersons-snatch-makes-a-run-for-it/"><strong>~ Stuffed Anderson ~ Yeeeah</strong></a><br /><a href="http://www.ninjadude.com/index.php/jessica-albas-fatty-areas-deleted-by-campari"><strong>~ Edited Alba? ~ ND</strong></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.myspace.com/ImBringingBloggingBack">www.myspace.com/ImBringingBloggingBack</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31726224-3372618778355834092?l=imbringingbloggingback.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IBBBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07038279029084530051noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31726224.post-10559103388762343682008-12-15T08:43:00.000-05:002008-12-15T08:43:52.313-05:00<div align="justify"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SUPwrThjdOI/AAAAAAAAHc4/pvDwKbvqXJs/s1600-h/candace-cameron-today-weight.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 319px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279327814974403810" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SUPwrThjdOI/AAAAAAAAHc4/pvDwKbvqXJs/s400/candace-cameron-today-weight.jpg" /></a> I'm not sure what's going on, but I'm pretty sure that all the work that I've been putting into practicing all the rules of the book "The Secret" are finally paying off because all things "Full House" are starting to manifest its way back into my life. Praise "The Secret!"<br /></div><br /><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">Candace Cameron (aka Donna Jo Tanner) is on the cover of the latest <a href="http://www.usmagazine.com/news/how-candace-cameron-lost-her-chubby-weight">Us Weekly</a> talking about losing weight and being a hot mom of 3 (Nicky, Alex, and Michelle?).<br /><br />Candace talks about her new weight of 110 pounds and the pressure she put on herself to lose weight during her days on the set of Full House. You'll have to actually buy the issue of Us Weekly to get an inside look on the diet that DJ Tanner follows, but I can give you a heads up on what she's eating.....<br /></div><div align="justify">If you all remember correctly, when DJ Tanner wasn't eating for 3 days so she could fit into a bikini for Kathy Santone's pool party and Stephanie Tanner ratted her out to Danny, Jesse, Joey, and Becky, the shit really hit the fan. Uncle Jesse, naturally, told her to "sit down and eat a sandwich right now" but Aunt Becky held a little one-on-one talk with DJ. It was here where we learn of what DJ can eat, according to Aunt Becky. This diet consists of: Chicken and fish with veggies. So, I'm pretty sure this is how Candace Cameron lost the 22 pounds. Correct me if I'm wrong.<br /></div><a href="http://www.myspace.com/ImBringingBloggingBack">www.myspace.com/ImBringingBloggingBack</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31726224-1055910338876234368?l=imbringingbloggingback.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IBBBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07038279029084530051noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31726224.post-13476312036457171222008-12-15T08:31:00.006-05:002008-12-15T08:43:17.843-05:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SUZcuyA3G0I/AAAAAAAAHd4/eJ6oOIRoO7E/s1600-h/marissa-miller-2.bmp"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280009571907607362" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SUZcuyA3G0I/AAAAAAAAHd4/eJ6oOIRoO7E/s400/marissa-miller-2.bmp" /></a><br /><div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SUZckb6kjZI/AAAAAAAAHdo/nX_iTMG3rXQ/s1600-h/marissa-miller.bmp"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280009394176953746" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SUZckb6kjZI/AAAAAAAAHdo/nX_iTMG3rXQ/s400/marissa-miller.bmp" /></a><br /><br /><div align="justify">Me gusta Marisa Miller. I would please like more of Marisa Miller. If there's a way we can somehow add her to The Hills and or a Harriet Carter catalog, my life would be complete. I mean, I still wouldn't have any morals or values, but it would be complete.</div><br /><div align="justify">Marisa Miller was all hot smiles and wonderfully skanky poses at Spike TV's 2008 Video Game Awards over the weekend. Why do I feel like the kind of guy that Marissa Miller is into does not, in fact, play video games. I bet she likes a guy who blogs. Yeah, blogs. Totally.</div><br /><div align="justify"></div><div><a href="http://www.myspace.com/ImBringingBloggingBack">www.myspace.com/ImBringingBloggingBack</a></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31726224-1347631203645717122?l=imbringingbloggingback.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IBBBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07038279029084530051noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31726224.post-22593075510882772812008-12-15T07:02:00.003-05:002008-12-15T08:42:49.486-05:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SUZaOYyAIbI/AAAAAAAAHdg/aQcFXVscaoA/s1600-h/lohan-1.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280006816355328434" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SUZaOYyAIbI/AAAAAAAAHdg/aQcFXVscaoA/s400/lohan-1.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div align="justify"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SUZaOcX2IUI/AAAAAAAAHdY/ohBtXggwJ2k/s1600-h/lohan-2.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 251px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280006817319362882" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SUZaOcX2IUI/AAAAAAAAHdY/ohBtXggwJ2k/s400/lohan-2.jpg" /></a>The 2 visions of pure beauty, Lindsay No Pants and Samantha Rotten are back from their tour of the cultural country called Miami. Linds and Sam were in Miami because Sam had to DJ (not Tanner) an event, but just 16 hours later they were heading back to Los Angeles. What a treat. Sam, of course, was dressed in her traditional Freddie Kruger sweater, which you know must have ring-around-the-collar by now. And Lindsay sported the same black leggings that must smell like a cat who's recently been run over by a 16-seat yellow school bus and left for dead on the side of the road during a summer rain storm.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://www.myspace.com/ImBringingBloggingBack">www.myspace.com/ImBringingBloggingBack</a></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31726224-2259307551088277281?l=imbringingbloggingback.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IBBBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07038279029084530051noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31726224.post-43287166711130739812008-12-15T07:02:00.002-05:002008-12-15T08:42:25.522-05:00<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2k7ND87qUuA&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2k7ND87qUuA&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><div align="justify">Yow and yowza! So who got the privilege of seeing Kanye West ruin music on Saturday Night Live over the weekend? I did! I did! This is basically how I would sound if I were to sing in public, which now assures me that I clearly have what it takes to break into the music industry and take Motown by storm!</div><br /><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">Kayne, of course, is getting a lot of crap for how horrific he performed, but if we all stop and think about it, even listening to "Love Lockdown" on the radio doesn't really sound that great either. It was a little pitchy, dog. But don't get me wrong, while Kanye appears to be an ass, I'm actually a huge fan of his music and, particularly, Love Lockdown. I actually just downloaded "All Falls Down" on iTunes, so even butchering music can still make Kanye money.</div><br /><div align="justify"></div><br /><a href="http://www.myspace.com/ImBringingBloggingBack">www.myspace.com/ImBringingBloggingBack</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31726224-4328716671113073981?l=imbringingbloggingback.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IBBBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07038279029084530051noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31726224.post-25109811621865177082008-12-15T06:59:00.003-05:002008-12-15T08:41:18.759-05:00<div align="justify"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SUZXHxU9RFI/AAAAAAAAHdQ/Ai-Cj-HXDVU/s1600-h/president-bush-shoe.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 293px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280003404150424658" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SUZXHxU9RFI/AAAAAAAAHdQ/Ai-Cj-HXDVU/s400/president-bush-shoe.jpg" /></a> Seriously? A shoe? Really? Why not just try to bitch slap him with a white dinner glove? </div><br /><div align="justify">President Bush made a surprise farewell visit to Baghdad over the weekend and whilst giving, what I can only assume was, a very articulate speech an angry man stood up and threw his shoe at the President. Luckily it didn't hit Bush as he smiled and held up his hand, doing his best "Stop in the name of love" impression.</div><br /><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">I'm surprised the man who threw the shoe didn't go into full "Italian grandmother" mode and chase President Bush around the podium with his slipper and/or a rolling pin. Toss in a few rollers in his hair, a bathrobe, and a cup of coffee and you've got yourself a complete 1960's sitcom. To the moon, Bush!<br /></div><a href="http://www.myspace.com/ImBringingBloggingBack">www.myspace.com/ImBringingBloggingBack</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31726224-2510981162186517708?l=imbringingbloggingback.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IBBBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07038279029084530051noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31726224.post-57696663075760308652008-12-15T06:59:00.002-05:002008-12-15T08:40:54.035-05:00<div align="justify">On the <strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">7th</span></strong> <span style="color:#33cc00;"><strong>Day </strong></span>of Christmas, my white-trash love gave to me <strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">7 Ornament Hookers</span></strong>, <a href="http://imbringingbloggingback.blogspot.com/2008/12/12-days-of-harriet-carter-christmas-on_11.html"><strong><span style="color:#33cc00;">6 Crappy Church Jokes</span></strong></a><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">, </span></strong><a href="http://imbringingbloggingback.blogspot.com/2008/12/12-days-of-harriet-carter-christmas-on_10.html"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">5 Instant Christmas Tree Wall Stickers</span></strong></a><strong><span style="color:#33cc00;">, </span></strong><a href="http://imbringingbloggingback.blogspot.com/2008/12/12-days-of-harriet-carter-christmas-on_09.html"><strong><span style="color:#33cc00;">4 "Diva Las Vegas" Whorebears</span></strong></a><strong><span style="color:#33cc00;">, </span></strong><a href="http://imbringingbloggingback.blogspot.com/2008/12/12-days-of-harriet-carter-christmas-on.html"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">3 Magnetic Eyeglass Holders</span></strong></a><strong><span style="color:#33cc00;">, </span></strong><a href="http://imbringingbloggingback.blogspot.com/2008/12/12-days-of-harriet-carter-christmas.html"><strong><span style="color:#33cc00;">2 Pussy Ticklers</span></strong></a><strong><span style="color:#33cc00;">,</span></strong> and a Failure Model Chick in a pear tree!<br /><br /></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 294px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 295px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279781634752611106" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SUWNbF8PgyI/AAAAAAAAHdI/Zg51KDVLmF8/s400/hc-hanger.jpg" /><br /><p align="justify"><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">On the 7th Day of Christmas</span></strong>: Does decorating your Christmas tree typically seem like it just goes too fast? Do you want to slow down the decorating process by about 46 hours? Well, you're in luck because now you can put your fishing skills to use by placing each ornament on your Christmas tree with what appears to be a fishing rod. After you carefully hang the ornament on the end of your Christmas Rod, simply find the branch you want (watch that shaking hand and trembling arm) and slowly, very slowly, place that beautiful gold ornament (from Walgreens) on the branch. It doesn't matter you can barely see the branch from where you're standing or the fact that the ornament keeps sliding off the branch. Just keep trying. After you've attempted this a minimum of 29 times, try another branch and repeat the process. For extra family time fun, give this Christmas Rod to Grandma who's suffering from Parkinson's. You and the kids will be squealing with delight by watching Grandma fumble through and entire box of ornaments! Don't worry about the broken ones that smashed off the ground, the new puppy can lick that up! Ho-ho-huh? </p><br /><p align="justify">...and a Failure Model Chick in a pear treeeeeee!<br /></p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 355px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279781631163895234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SUWNa4koDcI/AAAAAAAAHdA/q4P6qesQkXY/s400/533px-Pear_tree+copy.jpg" /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.myspace.com/ImBringingBloggingBack">www.myspace.com/ImBringingBloggingBack</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31726224-5769666307576030865?l=imbringingbloggingback.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IBBBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07038279029084530051noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31726224.post-22031913851382826412008-12-12T08:22:00.003-05:002008-12-12T08:45:25.216-05:00<div align="justify"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SUJlvalm8iI/AAAAAAAAHcY/b4PBXnjf7g4/s1600-h/lindsay-lohan-boobs.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 347px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278893578496963106" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ynpbjsnPvk/SUJlvalm8iI/AAAAAAAAHcY/b4PBXnjf7g4/s400/lindsay-lohan-boobs.jpg" /></a><br />It's been a while since we've been graced with celebrity <a href="http://imbringingbloggingback.blogspot.com/search/label/ghost%20boobs">ghost boobs</a>, but finally the one to bring back that hip style is none other than Ms. Lindsay No Pants. Linds, who must be stealing Samantha Rotten's Freddie Kruger jackets, was leaving el doctor in Beverly Hills (90210) yesterday afternoon when the mix of natural lighting, camera flashes, and cheap black shirt material provided us with the classic ghost boob look that we've all come to love. Frightful, Lindsay. Frightful.<br /></div><br /><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">In other Lohan news, apparently her multicolored leggings line is "all the rage" with "the kids" an