President George W. Bush, in a last-minute attempt to drum up some sort of approval, states that if Iran goes nuclear we could be in for World War III. (Breitbart)

Rock of Love’s Heather talks about…being Rock of Love’s Heather. (College Candy)

According to Google studies the phrase “hangover” is searched more in Ireland, United States and United Kingdom than anywhere else on the globe. White, English-speaking societies: the most drunkest of them all. (Reuters)

“Baby Jessica” – you know, that little girl who fell down the well – 20 years later, passes go and collects over 1 million dollars. The countdown begins until the “Baby Jessica” Maxim photoshoot. (MSNBC)

Are you a skinny, short man at 5′0″ and 150 pounds who needs to hide his identity when robbing a place? I recommend cross-dressing. Are you a tall, burly man at 6′3″ and 300 pounds? Need to hide your identity when robbing a place? Uh… (WTMJ)

Oh, reality shows: the bane of our existence and our favorite guilty pleasure. ‘Tis a paradox.

When word first came around that Poison frontman Bret Michaels was poised to star in his own reality show, flashes of teased hair, war-paint makeup and garish outfits plagued my subconscious. And whaddaya know – the show played out with every stereotype in tow, outside of the unexpected charming demeanor of Mr. Michaels.

If Bret was any other dude you wouldn’t feel his “plight” – the burden of man who wants nothing more than a expert hooker under the guise of a nice girl exclusively for him. Rock of Love’s greatest trick was making viewers empathize with Michaels’ daunting task of finding a “nice girl” (read: a slut behind closed doors) amongst out-in-the-open-sluts/party chicks.

Basically, Bret wants what every man in history has ever wanted. (more…)