Some Weekend Fundle Fondling

First up: The Fountain Of Youth Flows In CC's

Peter Greyy, local comic, MC extraordinaire, and pop-culture MF'ing GURU (fah real, he would destroy Ken Jennings) has directed me to one of the most morbidly fascinating websites I've ever come across. Just so I don't offend people who hate seeing children dressed as pets dressed as members of the Partridge Family (oddly enough, none dressed as partridges), here's another website Peter turned me on to;
AWFUL PLASTIC SURGERY!!! Get ready to lose at least the next 30 minutes of your day.
The site covers celebs and pseudo-celebs who have yanked, stapled, unhinged, filled, emptied, inserted, Shop-Vac'ed, and down-right FAWKED their faces and places up and over in the pursuit of the image in their head that says "Now my parents love me."
You may assume this site would be brimming with Michael Jackson photos like so many hairplugs. Guess again. Mandy Moore got a new nose for graduation. Nicole Kidman's botox addiction. The Cat Woman, Jocelyn Wildenstein. J'Lo's new-no's. Benjamin Bratt's smaller nose. It's all on that site. How do they stay looking so young? Distorted self-image and lack of acting ability.
I'm not going to get into the argument over why people get "work done," I'll just let you enjoy some truly frightening faces:
Michaela Romanini: Her niece is marrying into Italian whatever. She's marrying Gollum.
Kylie Minogue: Can't get you outta my head. You = the doc's hypodermic needle.
Pete Burns: Former "Dead Or Alive" frontman, these pics almost make me ill. He's still awaiting the Neptunes sampling "You Spin Me" (whatever it's called) to pay for his sex-change.
Farrah Fawcett: Either Ryan O'Neal busted a nerve, or she still thinks she's Farrah Fawcett. Tragic.
Viktor Yushchenko: This Ukranian politician was once a dapper gentleman, but his Farrah obsession has turned him into a sad Lil Kim wanna be. Now he's darker than her.
Lil Kim: This is pretty bad, too. She's trying to look like a white girl, which would make her the second white female rapper, behind Eminem. I love the Chinchilla eyebrows.
Paris Hilton: First off, check out the nose job. Little Ms. Perfect, still under general anesthesia, had a snip and clip on the ol' Hilton facade.
Next up is a comparison of the young lady from teens to now, which is only like 3 years later. I hope she gets a really good, really dedicated, really insane stalker on her trail. I'm talking about a guy in his mid-30s who is really into Hentai, lives in the basement of his aunt's house, and can't stop listening to Enya, dumpster-diver, a seat-sniffer. Paris Hilton had her nose done, her cheeks done, and wears blue contacts. She's not even good enough for herself. She's going to make Courtney Love look like Oprah, which is Courtney's next surgery. You GO, SISTAH.

Next Up: Explanation For The Lack Of Info

Killorn O'Neill's website is out of commission, if you haven't heard. Since Killorn's been back from Mexico, from where she blogged, her site's been down from her host, which is why she hasn't been able to update it with anything. The pictures, oh, THE PICTURES are great on there right now. But it's been a week and we're all pretty tired of them, irony is so great the 15th time around. Picture this: An update to the site. A blog. Is Mitch Hedberg still a Local Club?
Please forgive Killorn as she settles back into the stress and strain of daily life, everything from going to work to having DSL in her house finally, it's all a bit too much for my favorite leprechaun. Or as Beka Barry calls them "Leprosychads" (see comments). Retard. So please give Killorn a few more days to get things together. We all know her as a vivid and emotive author, and I'm sure her next blog entry will be worth the wait.
Killorn couldn't poop in Mexico.

(ed. note: Killorn O'Neill's website was updated with entertaining and honest writin' later on the day this blog was posted. We all thank and love Killorn for sharing of herself and her love of Pantera and Splenda. White Powder!")

Finally: The Economy Of Suffering

A contractor here at the Orange Julius has spent the better part of the past 3 days coughing, sniffling, then doing that back-of-the-nose inhale/snork/clearing thing. KOOF KRRRF... GGGRRSSSSSS!
Now, if he'd stayed home one day, he misses 8 hours of work. Being at work and being ill he's touching all kinds of things with his sticky hands. Let's say 3 other people get his illness, and miss a day each. 3 people x 8 hours = 24 hours of lost blogging. You can see how it goes.
So, please, the next time you're not feeling well just stay home. You could probably use a day off if you're still battling that brown-bottle flu, having caught it the 3rd time this month.
I'm off to pull my shirt over my nose and lob Halls drops at the guy's hotdog neck.

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Was Your Ballot Rejected?
Apparently Mr. McArthur Raper just can't get a fair shake in this world. What a horrible name to have. McArthur. Gay.
Sorry, Carly Alexander Holzboog, your name's too stupid to register as a valid voter. I voted twice, once as Geoff Lott, then once as the dumbest name of all time:
Anthony "I'm Driving The Car From Uncle Buck" Moser.
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Have a Great Weekend! Go See TRACY TUFFS this weekend at Giggles Comedy Club! He's recording his live CD and you're ready to rock the hoozy. Sneak in some of your own airplane bottles.
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