Last night's TRL finale wasn't quite the circus it proved to be back in its heyday, mainly because the show has been trying way too hard since before Britney Spears took her tumble. Regardless, some of the show's most successful graduates showed up to pay tribute to arguably the best thing MTV ever produced. Tons of photos after the jump. CONTINUED »
In an effort to bolster the ever-assailed decorum of the Internet, Mollygood looks to poetry with Someone Haiku. Each day—using 17 syllables or less—you’re given the opportunity to wax poetic about some piece of flotsam or jetsam that’s washed up on the shores of Mollygood. Hopefully this Zen practice will not only bathe you in self-discovery, but also bring a touch of Eastern class to a global network of information that’s devolved into nothing more than tit websites and provocative MySpace pictures.
Today's Someone Haiku winner is Sugar Magnolia:
Looks like Francis Bean
may get a stepfather. Will
she call him “Da-ddict?”
Oh, puns!
New one after the jump.
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Does anyone else find it eternally frustrating that large gatherings of black entertainers are so often marred by violence? Here's information from the New York Daily News on the latest black on black crime:
According to a witness, a fight broke out between rapper T.I. and Ludacris' manager, Chaka Zulu, around 2 p.m.
"First it was two guys, then it was six guys, then it was 10 guys," said the source, describing how the fight escalated.
"Plates were being smashed, the hotel lost a palm tree. The place got trashed," said the witness.
"T.I. was like a dog in a meathouse. Chaka's shirt got all torn up. As people spilled outside, [onlookers] were asking, 'Who got shot?'"
Likening blacks to animals is not only vestigial, it's also deplorable; unless, of course, one is given reason to.
Last night, Volkswagon presented the Tiguan, its new mini SUV, and all the little starlets clamored to see. Paris Hilton ditched her new best friend, Britney (perhaps she's pissed for this?), to reunite with Nicole. There was a gnarly Laguna Beach reunion with Kristin Cavallari and Lauren Conrad. Noticeably absent, however, was one Mr. Steven Colletti, who, as far as I know, is still dating Hayden Panettiere. Though Miss Panettiere was looking fairly cosy with Diana Ross' son on the red carpet. Confused yet? Zooey Deschanel looked adorable as usual. Christian Slater brought his newly single self to the party (look, can you blame him? There was plenty of ass to grab) and Ludacris performed. Just another Tuesday night, eh?
Jake Gyllenhaal, Matthew McConaughey and Lance Armstrong are quite the middle-school-girl-style BFFs these days. You know, they meet and get all giddy and want to spend every second together to talk shit about all their other friends or girls and have sleepovers where they stay up all night painting each other's toenails and practicing making out. Last night the three amigos hit up the ESPY Awards where Lance was both the host and a winner.
The talented athletes and beautiful gift-bag desiring celebrities gathered in Los Angeles for the award show. Other ESPY Award non-athlete attendees included Keifer Sutherland in formal (read: black) denim, Janet Jackson, Kathy Griffin, Carmen "Publicity Monger" Elektra, and Ben Stiller. Everyone looked great, and how many other places could Will Ferrell, Danica Patrick and Ludacris get stuck in conversation together?
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