And would you expect anything else? Well, maybe, yes. Maybe if we were dealing with a man who actually had scruples and was entirely remorseful about cheating on a woman who was too good for his dumb ass to begin with, yes. It might be kind of surprising. But this is Ashton Kutcher, here; Ashton Kutcher, who cheated on Demi Moore on a damned wedding anniversary that wasn’t even spent together because of “conflicting schedules,” or as I like to call it “skanked-up booty calls in schmaltzy hotel rooms.”
These photos show Ashton getting into his private car with three – count ‘em, three – very average women who are all giving him The Eye at any given point in the photos. Lord knows where they went after, but tabloids are alluding to another hotel for another triple-titty-jaunt, complete with bareback pony rides.
The only good thing that I can say about Ashton at this point? He doesn’t discriminate when it comes to beauty, fame, or finance. He’ll do just about everyone, and I guess that’s supposed to be flattering. Or desperate, I’m not sure just yet.
So, wow. I mean, wow. I’ve been nursing this girl-crush on Rosie Huntington-Whiteley for a minute now, and when I came across the temptation of running her nudes, I’d immediately jumped on it, thinking we were all in for a special holiday treat.
But you know what? I’m not that impressed. I mean, they’re boobs. They’re neither here, nor there, and there’s nothing to get all crazy about other than the fact that they’re boobs – nude boobs – that happen to belong to a hot semi-celebrity.
In all honesty? I expected fireworks. Pyrotechnic emissions. Apple pie and checkered tablecloths. Hell. I’m more excited about this girl’s lips than anything else, and that speaks volumes, guys.
The NSFW photos are after the jump, if you’re still all that into it.
So, one time, I had a crush on this boy I went to school with, and I’m pretty sure it was in 5th grade or so. Kind of my first “real” crush in that I actually attempted to sit next to him in gym class instead of telling my girlfriends, “Ew, he totally smells; he’s gross!” and go about my business as if I wasn’t a budding adolescent with half a brain, wired for young attraction.
Anyway, one night, I was sitting at home, doing my homework after dinner and the phone rang. I answered it and it happened to be Tony, the kid I had the crush on. Though I’d been hoping for this moment for, like, months, I completely wasn’t prepared, hissed “Why are you calling me?” into the phone and – yes – hung up on him. Dear God. I immediately melted into a puddle of remorse and embarrassment. I mean, WHAT HAD I DONE. This was back in the day where caller ID had no place in society and *69 was a thing of the future – there was no way to get a hold of Tony other than to look up every residence with his last name and – gasp – try every name in the phone book. The phone book.
So I did. It took me an hour, but I eventually phoned, found him, and apologized for being so rude earlier on the telephone. And to this day? I still remember that phone number, and I still remember the book report I was working on at the time. It was for The Hobbit.
In short, The Hobbit will forever remain embedded in my memory as a token of the innocence in a young girl’s school crush. GO HOBBIT.
Girl, it’s not Halloween – it’s Christmas. You know, the Christmas that you and another little shithead ruined for me. Anyway, why are you dressed up like a Jedi knight? Am I going to see you whip out a silver hand? Have you gone to the dark side? Are you channeling Yoda?
All I know is that, while, yes, you look completely amazing and I’m still having a hard time remembering that you birthed two kids at once and blew up like a zeppelin in the process, the weird samurai winter coat’s gotta go.
Judd Apatow did an interview with Variety, and it’s basically about how hard comedies are shafted during awards seasons. He says there’s this big misconception that comedies are much easier to make than dramas or action flicks, so comedies rarely, if ever, get nominated for big awards, and I agree. I think it’s sad that well-made comedic films with great scripts and solid acting don’t get more recognition, but this year might be different. This year, Bridesmaids could win the Academy Award for Best Picture.
Bridesmaids just burst into the Top 10 list of predicted nominees for Best Picture, according to a poll of Oscarologists by Gold Derby. At this point it’s unknown how many nominees there will be, though. It will fluctuate between 5 and 10, depending on the strength of support behind the films.
The sudden awards surge for Bridesmaids is fueled by its recent performance at the Golden Globes (nominations for Best Comedy/Musical Picture and lead actress Kristen Wiig), SAG Awards (nom for supporting actress Melissa McCarthy and an unexpected bid for best ensemble) and American Film Institute (10 Best Films of 2011).
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