Sunday, January 04, 2009

A New Definition for Gold-digger?

According to CNN, the estate of The Big Bopper is going to auction off the used coffin that the Bopper had been buried in for the last fifty years.  I can only surmise that the estate wants to take advantage of the fact that the Bopper's fans are either already dead or on the cusp.

This does open the door for a whole new level of celebrity memoribilia though.  Who knows the possiblilities?  Just think, Pamela Anderson could sell her old breast implants, Michael Jackson could sell the jar, or maybe Ted Williams family could sell the frozen head of Ted?  Fantastic.  

I'm personally going to hold out for the urn that Eddie Van Halen put the ashes of his musical career in. 

Saturday, January 03, 2009

Master of Disguise

How does Howie do it? Bad wigs and junkies who would have difficulties recognizing their own parents? That is my guess. I don't blame Howie for this atrocity, no self-respecting game show host turns down any offer for more work, no I blame the geniuses at NBC for green lighting this craptacular. These weasels are on a roll, first they forfeit an hour of prime-time for Jay Leno's ego, and now they are going to subject the world to this crap.

I hope they get a raging case of syphilis from the three dollar whores they keep frequenting. Weasels.

Thursday, January 01, 2009

It's a New Year!

And apparently we don't have enough sluts with a variety of venereal diseases on our airwaves.  Thankfully we have Bret Michaels here to rectify the situation for us.  Yes, the show that brought us a haven for bored strippers and groupies is back, this time set in a bus.  I thought that after the show had killed someone that Viacom would have taken a good hard look at themselves and realized that they are slowly killing all of us with these horrible shows and saved us from their filth, but sadly this is not the case.  

Oh well, for this new season, the Rock of Love camp needs to really ramp up the crazy, I expect that ferret to eat someone's face off this year, otherwise I'm not going to bother.