You know how everybody hates on Dr. Drew for talking about celebrities he’s not treating? And remember that one time that I so nobly came to Dr Drew’s defense for such statements, declaring that he’s a great dude with a heart of gold and bangin’ body? Ok, I don’t think I said that last part, but he’s an attractive man. That’s neither here nor there at the moment, because the good doctor recently came to his own defense in his typical eloquent way:
“It’s bizarre to me that you can have political commentators, sports commentators, weather commentators, but with medicine, people go, “You can’t do that.” It’s like, if you show me a picture of a rash, I don’t have to know the person to tell you what that rash is. There are lots of medical conditions that you can diagnose never having met the person. Soon enough, we’ll have telemedicine and do it through the Internet — that’s the future. You can educate people about politics, criminality, the law, but not about medicine? It’s just silly … I really don’t want to hurt anybody, but to say the truth and to offer words that might be helpful in understanding what some of these conditions are. I can’t see any reason not to do that. That’s changing things for the better.”
Did you get that message? Dr. Drew is ushering in the future. All you naysayers can become believers now or wait until your physician requests that you Skype him your junk when you get a weird outbreak. The choice is yours.
Today is the official beginning of the Evil Beet Caption This Contests. You’ve all done awesome things in the practice runs, and we’re looking forward to sending you some free crap if you score well on these, going forward.
Rules: For consideration, your caption must appear in the comments section by Sunday, April 9th at 11:59 PM ET. You can enter as many times as you like, but be warned: if your first caption sucks, your second, third, and fourth probably will, too. The week’s winner will be announced on Tuesday, April 12th, along with the next round of ‘Caption This’ glory. The same rules will apply for the subsequent weeks thereafter. When commenting/entering, be sure to use your real email address in the email field, so that I can contact you directly to get your mailing address in order to send your prize. Only one winner per week will receive a prize.
Winner: D. Ugh
“Hey, I found a place to carry my career.”
1st Runner-Up: LegalEase
“Parenting skills, check…marriage, check…dignity, check…self respect, check…what the hell am I forgetting? Oh yea, where the f*ck are those kids???!!”
2nd Runner-Up: ZAMIRA
“Sure hope the garbage men don’t notice eight kids mixed in with the garbage…”
Alright, so let ‘er rip on the Charlie Sheen picture! And good luck!
So when I was a lot younger, I had this obsession with Aerosmith, specifically the song ‘Angel,’ so this video? It totally SPEAKS to me. It makes me want to curl up on a twin-sized bed to reminisce about the boys I used to swoon over in middle school. This song would, of course, be playing in the background, and then I’d jam out with my girlfriends of yesteryear in a bedroom filled with blacklight posters, lava lamps, and beanbag chairs (no I didn’t grow up in the seventies, I was just always that. cool).
I know this unicorn really kind of seems like a heartbreaker, but I’d still rather take my chances with the unicorn over Sarah Silverman and her grimy hooves any day.
So if you were watching DWTS last night, you saw that Maksim and Kirstie did a joint bite-it on the dance floor. Maks took the blame for the whole thing, claiming that his thigh had given out, and that’s the story that I’m sticking with, too.
I don’t really follow the show all that much, other than checking out some quick morning-after recaps, but Kirstie is a favorite for me, and I won’t let anything – even weak, flappy man-thighs – get in the way of my respect and admiration for Kirstie and her dancing skills this season. This chick deserves to win for a multitude of reasons, even aside from the blazing fact that girlfriend can DANCE.
Quit your bellyaching and go do some squats or something, Maks, for real.
So LeAnn Rimes sang the National Anthem at last night’s NCAA game in Houston, Texas, and her wardrobe choice (OK, OK – and her legs, too) did nothing to quash the rumors that she’s continuing her drastic weight-loss tour of 2011.
LeAnn’s been looking wicked thin as of late, and there are a few ideas going around as to why: 1) Boyfriend Eddie Cibrian supposedly likes ‘em scary-skinny, 2) LeAnn’s trying to look her ‘best’ for the couple’s upcoming wedding, or 3) LeAnn’s stressed out and worried that Eddie’s going to cheat on her ass, too.
First of all? LeAnn’s a beautiful woman on her own, and it totally burns me to consider the reality that two of those three options could very well be valid. Any woman – or man – who’d endanger their own health for the visual appreciation or approval of another person has got some definitive issues, and I mean that in a ‘wow I’m sad for her’ way. A lot of people thought that this relationship was doomed from the start, because it forged on an emotional high, and I have a feeling if either of these are the case, that LeAnn’s going to be the one to come crashing down. A lot of people would say, ‘You play with fire, you get burned,’ but I feel all broken up for girlfriend here. I think she’s going to have a rough time in store for her if the Cibrian douche is anything like people say he is, and no one’s going to convince me otherwise.
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