by hecklerspray staff
Irish actor Jonathan Rhys Meyers has been hitting the bottle a little too much between takes, it seems. You may recognise him from a bunch of artsy-fartsy flicks, but we just know him as that one guy in Mission: Impossible III.
No, no, he’s not the big black dude in M:I III, or the annoying short guy with the big nose that stars in the franchise, but the tall delicious dish that was a side-kick, or whatever. Yes, very tasty indeed.
But that’s beside the point. Hot people have problems too, you know. It’s not all diamonds in the sky, bottles of Cristal overflowing in the back of Diddy’s Escalade, helping Lindsay Lohan spin records at Club Hyde and all. The attractive portion of society turns to destructive forms of self-medication just like you do. That’s why Rhys Meyers has checked into rehab for alcohol dependency, and why we developed out penchant for sniffing rubber cement glue when we were six years old. Although, we really blame that on our second grade teacher Mrs. Kinghorn – she’s the one that introduced it and continued to enable our habit during art class.
Irish actor Jonathan Rhys Meyers has been hitting the bottle a little too much between takes, it seems. You may recognise him from a bunch of artsy-fartsy flicks, but we just know him as that one guy in Mission: Impossible III.
No, no, he’s not the big black dude in M:I III, or the annoying short guy with the big nose that stars in the franchise, but the tall delicious dish that was a side-kick, or whatever. Yes, very tasty indeed.
But that’s beside the point. Hot people have problems too, you know. It’s not all diamonds in the sky, bottles of Cristal overflowing in the back of Diddy’s Escalade, helping Lindsay Lohan spin records at Club Hyde and all. The attractive portion of society turns to destructive forms of self-medication just like you do. That’s why Rhys Meyers has checked into rehab for alcohol dependency, and why we developed out penchant for sniffing rubber cement glue when we were six years old. Although, we really blame that on our second grade teacher Mrs. Kinghorn - she’s the one that introduced it and continued to enable our habit during art class.
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by hecklerspray staff
It seems that every time you turn around lately you hear about another American celeb pulverising the age-old advice from that skunk in that cartoon deer movie. You know, don’t say anything if you can’t think of anything nice to say, or whatever. This is why we pretty much never speak and stick to writing our insults instead.
The latest celebrity to spew racial/prejudice vomit on the heels of Mel Gibson, Michael Richards and Isaiah Washington is radio host Don Imus. The shocker here is that Imus actually appeared to be sober for his tirade, and hasn’t thrown back enough booze to go into spontaneous liver failure. Now, we must admit we were not familiar with Imus before he insulted the Rutger University women’s basketball team on his national morning radio show, but now that we know who he is, may we just say that he’s got a perfect face for radio.
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