by hecklerspray staff
We’re so jealous of celebrities. They always have tons of people kissing their taught, tanned butts, and aren’t driven into seclusion by a mysterious, rank, highly-contagious foot fungus like we were.
They also get to go to rad parties with other ridiculously good-looking celebrities, and they always get tons of swag. You know the routine… bags stuffed with free iPods, cell phones, pimped out watches, hepatitis A…
Well, maybe we’re not coveting that last one as much as the other stuff, but hepatitis A is what Beyonce Knowles and other top celebs were exposed to at the Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Issue party on Valentine’s Day. The lovely infestation was brought to the party by one of the employees of famous chef, Wolfgang Puck, who catered the whole thing. Come to think of it, we’ve had sketchy encounters with Puck’s cuisine in the past ourselves. We got one of his pre-wrapped sandwiches that they sell at airports, but the cooler it’d been in was broken so it was all warm with soggy lettuce and it was all mushy and stuff, and then we got all gassy and bloated during the flight, which made it hard to make friends with other passengers because apparently odours don’t dissipate well in an enclosed area. Of course, that happens with most of what we eat so who really knows.
We’re so jealous of celebrities. They always have tons of people kissing their taught, tanned butts, and aren’t driven into seclusion by a mysterious, rank, highly-contagious foot fungus like we were.
They also get to go to rad parties with other ridiculously good-looking celebrities, and they always get tons of swag. You know the routine… bags stuffed with free iPods, cell phones, pimped out watches, hepatitis A…
Well, maybe we’re not coveting that last one as much as the other stuff, but hepatitis A is what Beyonce Knowles and other top celebs were exposed to at the Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Issue party on Valentine’s Day. The lovely infestation was brought to the party by one of the employees of famous chef, Wolfgang Puck, who catered the whole thing. Come to think of it, we’ve had sketchy encounters with Puck’s cuisine in the past ourselves. We got one of his pre-wrapped sandwiches that they sell at airports, but the cooler it'd been in was broken so it was all warm with soggy lettuce and it was all mushy and stuff, and then we got all gassy and bloated during the flight, which made it hard to make friends with other passengers because apparently odours don’t dissipate well in an enclosed area. Of course, that happens with most of what we eat so who really knows.
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by Shawn Lindseth
Back in the 1850s when Buddhist monks invented hip hop as a way to pass the time while consuming all wisdom, it was a much friendlier genre. They had like 1,000 rhymes for the word 'sunrise', and gave the money they'd flash in their vaudeville videos to orphans after the show. Their orange-robed bald selves [...]
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