Bucs say talks with Parcells amount to tamperingRead the full article over at ESPN.com and snicker along with us...
The Buccaneers have notified Bill Parcells' agent Jimmy Sexton that talks with the Cowboys are in violation of NFL's tampering rules, claiming Parcells signed a four-year contract with Tampa Bay last year before deciding not to take the job...
...The Bucs contend teams must first seek permission from them to talk with Parcells and would be entitled to compensation if Parcells agrees to coach elsewhere next season.
"You thought you were sick of J. Lo now? MTV has released plans to tighten its already limited video playlist and concentrate on 10 videos that will receive substantial airplay -- 30-plus spins per week. The initiative, which is being referred to as “The Big Ten,” was the brainchild of MTV/MTV2 Executive VP of Music and Talent Programming Tom Calderone, and saw videos from Justin Timberlake, Jay-Z, Eminem, Jennifer Lopez and Snoop Dogg receiving between 48 and 52 spins during its first week in effect. While one might think that expanding playlists would be the logical step to increase total music sales, Calderone apparently has different ideas: “We are serious about selling music and breaking bands,” he tells HITS magazine. “The more impressions, the more penetration, the better the sales.” Fortunately, there are no plans at this time to apply this policy to MTV2."Lovely. Timberlake killed the video star. (Story from FARK.com and CMJ.com.)
"I'm a little out of sequence here, but you once mentioned the thought of either finding someone for a threesome or using a prostitute. Have you though about going with your boyfriend to a strip-club? My husband and I like to go sometimes. We both get an eyefull of lovely ladies. I get a few lap-dances and feel soft boobies and girl breath on my skin. Then we go home and put on porn and fuck til dawn."For a split-second there I was like, "Uhhhhhhhh.....oh yeah."
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of Zip Zaps danced in their heads;
Mamma, exhausted, was off to her nap,
So I settled down for one more blog rap.
When out on the lawn there arose such a noise,
I sprang from the desk, knocking over my toys.
I ran to the window; I ran like a fop,
Waiting to see if I should call up a cop.
Something tripped the floodlight outside in the yard,
To see some intruder, it wouldn't be hard;
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a minvan, with bloggers, and two kegs of beer!
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it just must be Dick.
More rapid than Sooners these bloggers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
"Now, Statia! now, Kim! now, Scott and Jason!
On, SpaceBran! on Michele! on, Stacy and Gretchen!
To the party on the porch! See the writing on the wall!
This night is not about Peace at all!"
As drunken hoards that before the wild turkey fly,
When they trip on a sprinkler, look up at the sky,
So out to the back yard the bloggers they flew,
With the sack full of goodies, and Billegible too!
And then, like a nightmare, I heard on the roof
Three kat's--her, her, her--had climbed up for a goof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney Hoopty came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;
A bundle of skateboards he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler just dealing some crack.
His eyes -- how they twinkled! His dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, His nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
This dude, he was wasted; He'd been hitting the snow;
He came into my dump; he invited himself,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had mucho to dread;
But he wasn't alone, as he invade my home;
He brought friends inside with him
From that damned LockerGnome.
Cheyenne, she was there, with a laugh and a smooch;
But not Chris Pirillo (he was walking his pooch).
They spoke not a word, but went straight to the TV,
And turned on the PlayStation, in spite of my plea.
They played all my games for hours and hours;
Even Lisa joined in (after watching Two Towers).
There was Becky and Kamel and, yes, three Christines;
A bastard who's evil and a bug from RHZine.
I even saw a doctor and some guy they call wKen.
They're running for President; They're so gonna win!
Annessa, Andrea and Dragonleg, too;
Ruthie, Annette, Brian and Mark Lane--all made it a zoo.
Dave ate some nachos; PromoGuy sat in a chair;
Tim, Mordant, Yvonne and Theresa, they were so there.
Then the party was over; the booze was all drunk.
They packed up the Princess; put her back in her trunk.
But I heard them exclaim, ere they drove out of sight,
"HAPPY CHRISTMAS TO ALL, AND TO ALL A GOOD-NIGHT!"
Credit: -Solonor
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White House's "Barney-cam" is a holiday Web hit, drawing 24 million online tourists the first day of its dog's-eye view of the White House Christmas decorations.....So now the President has also turned the poor pooch into a cam slut? The shame...
....."Barney is what you might call a 'publicity hound,"' spokesman Ari Fleischer deadpanned. "But he was unable to watch his own video because he hit the 'paws' button."
Speaking of philanthropy, Robyn, who created quite a sensation with her breast cancer fundraising (and if you click on any of those links you’re grounded!) is in a Christmas mood and has managed a Christmas themed post almost every day for the last couple weeks.So welcome to the Dysfunctional Holidaze, everyone. Where do you think you're going? Nobody's leaving. Nobody's walking out on this fun, old-fashioned family Christmas. No, no! We're all in this together. This is a full-blown, four-alarm holiday emergency here! We're gonna press on, and we're gonna have the hap, hap, happiest Christmas since Bing Crosby tap-danced with Danny fucking Kaye! And when Santa squeezes his fat white ass down that chimney tonight, he's gonna find the jolliest bunch of assholes this side of the nuthouse!
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A few fun places online if you're looking for silly-gaggish type Christmas presents:
And of course, you can't forget the old non-silly standbys -- Uncommon Goods and Red Envelope (free shipping thru 12/11 with code HW2C2). Happy shopping! And if you've got your favorites off the unbeaten path, please leave them in the comments... |
"We love Ben Affleck," says a PETA insider. "Here is a man who once stopped to help an animal that was hit by a car and paid the vet’s bill. His brother, Casey, is a vegan. But then he hooks up with this diva who wears mink eyelashes! Next thing you know, we’re hearing that he’s buying fur coats! We’re praying that we haven’t lost one to the dark side."Now far be it from me to defend baldie and J-Ho. But c'mon. Get over yourselves PETA. Mink eyelashes are like so '87 anyway.
We all have many things to be grateful for in our lives. But in the day-to-day rush to cross yet one more item off our "to do list," it's easy to lose sight of these small blessings.If you are interested in participating, the submission form is here.
[for this i am grateful] is a celebration of these simple joys in our lives, and in our world—bringing together our personal reflections to the question: "What are you grateful for?"
[for this i am grateful] will be published in fall 2003 and will be available at bookstores nationally.