This is what happens when Robin Williams stars in the Matrix.
Now that I’m out of celebrity blogging, I keep meaning to unfollow the celebrity blogs I’ve followed (sorry guys, it’s not you; it’s me) but occasionally I see something and am so glad to see it. This is one of those things. I’m a serious Margot Robbie fan.
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Britney Spears - Alien (Raw Vocals) [Credit]
Oh. Oh my.
Maybe what’s most surprising is that she does a fine job in the higher range, but giving her those low notes is just a damn dirty trick.
"One thing is certain: the arts keep you alive. They stimulate, encourage, challenge, and, most of all, guarantee a future free from boredom. They allow growth and even demand it in that time of life we call maturity but too often enter it with a childish faith that what we learned in youth is sustenance enough for the years when most men are mentally famished but won’t admit it—or when they are apt to curb their hunger with the sops of complacency, security, and the assurance of death."
HAPPY BIRTHDAY VINCENT PRICE! | (May 27, 1911 – October 25, 1993)
A Vroom! Vroom! Story For Early Readers
Bertney loved her new Smurkurr.
“It’s like driving a soder can!” she told Papa the day he brought it home.
At first, she wasn’t happy that her old car had to go away, but Papa said he was tired of burying bodies out by the pool and it was time to get her something safer. Bertney didn’t know what any of those words meant, so she was very sad and confused. But then she saw her tiny little special car and instantly felt better.
“First stop, Furnch fries!” she squealed as she waved both hands out the window.
While she waited for Mr. David to get in (Bertney was never allowed to be alone. Papa’s rules.) Bertney imagined herself in the drive-thru beeping at all the other cars that would surely be jealous of her Smurkurr.
“I sure wish I was so teeny-tiny,” Bertney imagined them saying. “Why I bet that Smurkurr can fit in a pocket. I’ve never been in a pocket!”
Soon, Mr. David got in, but he didn’t seem happy at all about Bertney’s Smurkurr. He liked that it couldn’t go very fast on account of he was afeared of dying, but he sure used an awful lot of cuss words about how hard it’d be to put his wiener fry in her special place with so little room.
“So no doodly-diddles?” Bertney asked while trying not to look happy. Mr. David loved his doodly-diddles.
“No doodly-diddles,” Mr. David angrily. “And I paid your Papa good money.”
Bertney didn’t like the sound of that. But she did like the sound of the drive-thru window opening up for milkshakes! This was the bestest day ever.
“I love you, Smurkurr.”
Leonardo DiCaprio gets attacked by a penguin during a trip to Antarctica in 2006
Sweet jesus how I love this. Penguin is all “Mission Accomplished, Tango Down”
Dear Walter Winchell, I Loathe Lucy.
That commie pinko
Marlene Dietrich takes a bow, 1962
When dating sites get it SERIOUSLY wrong.
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