Welcome to The Crap We Missed – Armageddon Edition, which I really have no reason for naming it so, considering the Earth has yet to implode or at the very least swallow these two into a crevice. But since there’s still a few hours of east coast time for this all to go down, you might as well spend them doing something really important. For example, you could hump your Christmas tree, or send up a Gerard Butler flare, maybe finally come out to a close buddy, or hey, it’s the end of the world, fuck it, just let your moobs fly! However you decide to do it, it’s been a true pleasure.
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You best have protection following you when wearing awesome headphones like those.
The girl and boys are interchangeable. They switch places every week.
Zoolander has Blue Steel, Reece has bitch face.
Yeah, I’ve got man boobs, and I’m fucking Carmen Electra. Jealous?”
I haven’t seen that look on her face since “Freeway” and things did not end well for the person on the receiving end of that look.
At first I was like, “Oh, pants…” then I was like “Oh, ‘pants’.”
Fuck all Y’all. Guess what I’m having for dessert?
The Petrie Dish Kids!
You can always tell the replicants by the small flaw on their forehead.
Why are you pretending to be a bald man?
Why are YOU pretending to be a straight man?
Well, I guess SOMEONE is going to have to take over the character for Neil Patrick Harris on “How I Met Your Mother” one day. Might as well start grooming him for it now!
Uh, Mel. We wrapped this movie about 10 years ago. And you can put away the sharpie, 10 years ago was also the last time anybody wanted your autograph.
“Oh Christmas Tree, Oh Christmas Tree,”
“Me love you long time, Christmas Tree.”
Looking pretty hot.
no problemo. dickwad.
Wow! That photographer was REALLY lucky to snap a picture of Jaden looking like a douche!
Was Russel Crowe singing on the X-Factor finale too?
This reminds me of when I was a kid and my mom used to pamper me by not beating me.
“… or I’ll burn this movie set down and piss out the ashes.”
“No no no! I said ornamental, not Oriental! Geez!”
Sadly, no one told her that the show was actually inside the building.
In every photo like this, there’s a black guy in the background, saying it all with his eyes.
/rubberstamp
“Okay… one… two… say cheese!
Thanks, kids! Thanks, Bitchtits!”
hahahaha
Time to deliver the Yule Log.
Damn! He has both balls in there. King of the teabag.
This is where she finds the aborted fetuses to use in her special dumplings.
Rob McElhenney’s really let himself go this season.
“Hey Russ, where’s YOUR beard?”
“Uh, I always shave for the premieres, Hugh.”
“Ivonically, dis tyme eht ahctually MIGHT be a toomah.”
Billie Ray looks more like a redneck 007.
“They call me Pond.Cement Pond”
Kid Rock never should have had the sex change.
Eeeeuuuwwww, wish I hadn’t clicked that thumbnail.
“This could be the pen that signs the pre-nup, beautiful. Whaddya say?”
God help us if that tree ever becomes toothpicks or tissues.
Putting a bow on the yule log you left on the seat doesn’t get you off the hook, lady.
It appears this was maid to his liking.
A reclusive Robert Goulet makes a rare appearance at the ‘Chicago’ Broadway Musical Record Breaking Performance Celebration in New York City, which is apparently held in Aunt Edna’s basement.
Robert Goulet looks really good here considering he’s been dead for five years now.
Dead, reclusive. Potato, potahto.
I’m sure whoever took this picture was molested shortly afterwards.
“These aren’t chin warmers?”
If I only had 6 months to live, it’d totally be worth getting chlamydia to hit that.
Well, I guess if you are going to raise a dike you should hang out with them to see what they are like.
“Any fucker that asks for an autograph, is going to get this grey sharpie shoved straight up their arrz!” Now where’s the gin?
Damn Tree Huggers! We can’t give Christmas trees away around here. They climb out, then they are in your house, looking through all your shit.
Damn outhouse huggers.
Now he’s looking for a place to spit that shit out. Be watching your pockets.
She chewed on Winehouse’s corpse, and now it’s bleeding though.
‘through’. Jezuz.
Don’t waste your time, Carnivorous Tree… you’ll just be hungry again in an hour.
This is why I couldn’t be famous, not because I’m ugly and have no talent; which is true, but because if the paparazzi followed me around like this I would be matching Lindsay Lohan for court appearances.
kill it with fire!
I bet homeboy on the left told everyone he was hitting the gym. Cat’s out the bag, son.