by Stuart Heritage
Way back when they formed in the mid-nineties, the Black Eyed Peas may have made a pact that, no matter how big or small, they would play at every single awards ceremony going; or at least it certainly bloody seems that way.
And the awards ceremonies love the Black Eyed Peas in return. Take the American Music Awards, for example – even though all the Black Eyed Peas have done this year is that song that sounds like the Pulp Fiction theme-tune, rapped a bit over the most famous Sergio Mendes tune and launched some solo careers of wildly differing successes, the AMAs still found the time to award the Black Eyed Peas three trophies at last night’s ceremony. Still, the Black Eyed Peas shouldn’t get too excited; any credibility that the AMAs may have had disappeared out the window the moment that Jamie Foxx was voted as the Best Male.
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by Shawn Lindseth
Air pollution is rampant, global tolerance is stretching thin, and just this morning hecklerspray saw a half-dozen waddling ducks with their heads stuck in one of those plastic six-pack ring thingies.
But you know what? None of that matters. That’s right, the sun is still shining, there’s a thousand butterflies twittering outside our office window, and we’re pretty sure we just found a skittle left over from yesterday’s mid-day snack. “Why the good mood, hecklerspray ol’ chum?” you may be asking. “Because the Britney Spears/Kevin Federline video-graphic sex-romp doesn’t exist at all,” we’re definitely answering.
Yup, according to Federline’s lawyer, there is no such tape, and anyone claiming otherwise is an effing liar with rat-like qualities. Now that’s not an exact quote mind you, it’s just our interpretation of the message the lawyer-guy was trying to drive home.
Air pollution is rampant, global tolerance is stretching thin, and just this morning hecklerspray saw a half-dozen waddling ducks with their heads stuck in one of those plastic six-pack ring thingies.
But you know what? None of that matters. That's right, the sun is still shining, there's a thousand butterflies twittering outside our office window, and we're pretty sure we just found a skittle left over from yesterday's mid-day snack. "Why the good mood, hecklerspray ol' chum?" you may be asking. "Because the Britney Spears/Kevin Federline video-graphic sex-romp doesn't exist at all," we're definitely answering.
Yup, according to Federline's lawyer, there is no such tape, and anyone claiming otherwise is an effing liar with rat-like qualities. Now that's not an exact quote mind you, it's just our interpretation of the message the lawyer-guy was trying to drive home.
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