First off, just in case you've been living in a cave or a South African mental-health facility, Dave Chapelle has finally addressed his recent breakdown/overdose/free publicity gambit. His version? Not crazy, not on crack, just chillin'.
Kylie Minogue, Queen of the Guilty Pleasure and world-class cutie-patootie, has been diagnosed with breast cancer. Why is this disease fucking with all the luscious Australian pop starlets? Wasn't Olivia Newton-John enough for you, breast cancer??
Bitchfo...er, Pitchfork asked David Cross to do a Top Ten list for them. Instead, he did a big "fuck you, Pitchfork," and they ate it up like the sad bitches they are.
Sony has unveiled the PlayStation 3. Apparently, you get shot with this blue laser that transports you directly into the game and it's you versus the evil CPU. Wait... no, I think that was TRON. Or Schindler's List. Damn, I can never keep those two straight.
A new species of rodent has been discovered... roasted in a market in Laos. You just can't make this shit up.
From the "Thank Christ that's over" department, Everybody Loves Raymond is off the air. Whew! Never again will I be forced to experience the heartbreak of choosing between Ray and 7th Heaven!! My Monday nights are now anguish-free.
Oh, by the way, I HAVE GANG OF FOUR TICKETS FOR TOMORROW NIGHT!! Your envy tastes like delicious nectar.
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